Just by chance I read about Janice MacLeod's book, Paris Letters in an interview while surfing the net. Little did I know it would change my life.
Like me, Janice came to Paris to find a new life for herself. Unlike me, she plotted and planned ahead how she could pull it off and sustain herself for 2 years of travel and freedom from a boring desk job. Also unlike me, within 3 weeks of moving here she met a charming rotisserie/chicken guy. They are now married. My curiosity was peaked. I went down rue Mouffetard to catch a glimpse. Voila.
I came home and doodled. Turns out Janice is a long-time reader of ParisBreakfast. It also turns out that over the past 3 years, she started sending out painted letters to friends from Paris. The letters turned into a business that provided income and a chance to share her experiences with others around the world. Each letter contains a hand-written story and a picture of Paris. Do take a look in Janice's Etsy shop. Of course I was influenced. Janice has been very kind sharing her expertise.
We met for coffee at Cafe Regis on the island
Janice demonstrates the correct way to drink a cafe creme.
Then I followed her back to her turf on rue Mouffetard hitting all the high points mentioned in her book. Cafe TournBride is where she wrote in her journal not too far from the boucherie.
Where they had their first beers.
I didn't know Hemingway lived here.
Does one have to learn all the cuts of beef to snag a cute bouchere?
Perhaps a cafe table is waiting for you in Paris? Do you dream about it?
Read Janice's book to see how she pulled it off.
I wish I had instead of winging it. By the way there's a boucher I'm kind of keen on..well I'm nuts for his chicken legs anyway. I've become a daily customer.
A new guy was in his place...hmm.
There is a nice story in today's Huffington Post on ParisBreakfast. Do take a look.