Although I still haven't developed a palate for coffee, I really do enjoy passing the mornings at Parisian cafés.
After opening the shop, we head out into the cold for warm drinks and croissants, sitting at the sidewalk tables until our fingers are too numb to turn a page or count change. This routine is repeated again in the evenings, after a museum exhibit, screening at Le Champo, a hike up to Montmarte, or some other daily diversion, this time with more scarves wrapped around our necks, as we attempt to combat the frosty night air.
I'll miss these little Paris routines that really make me feel at home. Tomorrow, after we count all the 29,000! books on the shelves of Shakespeare & Co. for the annual store inventory, we're headed down to Spain in search of sun and new adventures.
A la prochain, Paris.
