Paris is picnics. But not the picnics Americans are accustomed to. In Paris, they often take place at night, starting around 730 or 830 and going until midnight or so. In Paris, picnics are often in the dark. And they involve large quantities of wine, which is permitted in public, depending where you are, when you're there, and whether your picnicking or just being rowdy drunks.
For this picnic, two of my new friends were promo-ing some dessert recipes they're honing down for their new coffeehouse/bakery they hope to open early next year. Below is their cheesecake. It's not as easy as you'd think to translate an American recipe into French. French butter, for instance, I learned tonight, has 2% more water than American butter. And the flour is different too. You need to therefore adjust your recipes to get things to turn out just right.
As noted above, public drinking is encouraged.
A better view of our picnic site, along Paris Plage (that's our group in the pic). Paris Plage is Paris' attempt every summer to turn its river banks into beaches. It's pretty fun, and a neat idea.
I almost made a newbie mistake when leaving the picnic around 1130 tonight. I knew I had to get home to blog before bed, especially since Joe is in Pittsburgh attending the Netroots Nation conference, so I planned to grab the Metro right at the picnic site rather than walk back to Cité, which was a direct line to my place, but a longer walk to the station. Then it hit me: Are you nuts? You have the chance to walk through Paris, lit up by night, and you'd rather grab the closet train?
So I took the ten or fifteen minute walk to Cité.
It's a lovely walk. And ridiculously safe. And the best part? You have to walk by Notre Dame.
Yes, this is a typical walk to the subway in Paris.
Maybe my eye problems are making me a bit melancholy, or it's the late hour, but damn this is a beautiful city.
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