Day 2 More: Saturday brunch at Sebastian and Noriko's on Rue Poulet right upstairs from the African Market. From outside, a beserk cacophony of hawking and action and baskets of tropical fruits and chilis to inside, a warm and cozy Paris apartment with a new baby named Iona and old and new friends. Each time I am here in Paris, I sink in deeper and deeper. Anyway.
Menu: poulet and galettes, tango music, multilingual election talk, game of pass the baby, apartment therapy. A full day of Paris leisure filled with style and love and not to mention, that hot pink wall kills.