Usually C. and I meet at cafe Le Luco for a tea or coffee.
But last trip C. invited me for Sunday petit dejeuner at her place.
If you've visited Monet's house at Giverny, you can't forget his egg-yolk yellow dining room or all the blue and white porcelain he collected.
C. told me her Grandmother encouraged her to start collecting mismatched blue and white porcelain when she was a girl. Some of the pieces we ate off belonged to her Grandmere.
Why does everything seem to taste better in France and look better too?
Every table setting reminds you of a Bonnard painting.
And every plate of oranges makes you think of Matisse?
One good reason is the soft, bluish, diffuse, reflective light in France. It's not something you can pick up at your local art store.
Paris grey skies are unbeatable. But you can start collecting mismatched blue and white china.



Every table setting reminds you of a Bonnard painting.


One good reason is the soft, bluish, diffuse, reflective light in France. It's not something you can pick up at your local art store.
Paris grey skies are unbeatable. But you can start collecting mismatched blue and white china.
