This is da beauty.
And indeed, it felt very French, it did. There were macaroons built into towers. Cakes in the shape of hats. Bread which looked like it simply BELONGED in a wicker basket. And lots of things I couldn't pronounce the name of.
However, after browsing the menu for a good while, we discarded the vol-au-vents and settled on scones.
Start of a cream tea love affair
I've also just discovered I have a rather passionate love of apricot jam. And tea strainers. (They make me feel like I'm Beatrix Potter.)
In her element.
Kate is a French'un to be sure. She likes strong cheese and skiing so I guess you could say she's almost a native. She can also pull off a beret like nobody's business.
Kate: excited by lighting.
I, on the other hand, am not very French. The most enjoyment I gain from the French language is saying the phrase 'Champignon Compagnon' over and over again because it sounds dead funny. But I do love baguettes, so that's something.
Dunno what Artisan means but the bread looks nice.
Next time, I may commit to a croissant or maybe even some quiche... if I'm feeling adventurous.
No comments:
Post a Comment