Home and back to work, jet-lagged and with a little bit of a cold, but I'm not complaining. I actually lost weight in Paris but I still can't figure out how. Again, not complaining. I'm actually roasting a chicken with freshly picked carrots and haricots straight from here on this chilly fall day and thinking about my last afternoon in Paris after the show, when I went with Coco to Ladurée for, as Erin put it, l’heure du goûter...something charlotte with figs and miel and a pinkerdoodle dandy with chantilly cream and rosewater and a million sugarplum fairies or some such thing.
I also just want to say a great big thank you to my friends who blogged here while I was away and sending virtual a virtual Laduree sugar-high to them all... P, Amanda, Alexa, Mel, and Melissa and Erin...I loved their frenchie entries and it's always nice for me to be a guest in my own blog for a change...hope you scroll down if you haven't already and see their wonderfulness in all it's glory.