People often ask me how come I moved to Paris. Was it my secret dream? And how did I become Parisbreakfasts? I left NYC because of breakfast☕️🥐
In 2005 I went to a watercolor workshop in Provence. Everyday they took us to a different hilltop town to paint. While everyone else was joyously painting the landscape,
When I got back to Paris, after the workshop, I ran around ordering 2-3 cafe petit dejeuners every morning, setting up still lives. This last trip in Provence I thought I’d commemorate the habit and find a grand breakfast like I did in Cannes at the Carlton.
Still I fell in instantly love ❤️ with pictures of Hotel La Mirande’s silvery coffee pot. It doesn’t take much...
Hotel La Mirande is certainly the grandest hotel in Avignon. But as a non-hotel resident I may not partake of their superb breakfast buffet(30€) malheureusement.
Outside a grey cat (also a non-resident of the hotel) was sitting in the middle of the street holding up traffic. That’s how things go in Avignon.
Well that’s the end of a long story. I hope you’re enjoying breakfast as you read this.
A Big Merci to Brit writer Viv Groskop of the Guardian, FT + at least 4 books, for giving me a shoutout in her fun and interesting Friday newsletter. You can read and subscribe here.
— Shout-out to newsletter subscriber, Carol of Paris Breakfast. Click here for her beautiful watercolour paintings and her mail subscription, Paris in an envelope. So cheering. Wonderful gift idea.
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Thanks for telling us how you became Paris Breakfasts! I love all these breakfast photos and paintings, the sliver coffee pot is lovely and the jam selection is impressive too. Makes me feel like a hot chocolate though, looking at these ones!
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ReplyDeleteHave a great Sunday!
Yes Kirra cups of anything are so appealing
ReplyDeleteI love all these cups!!
ReplyDeleteLove the abandoned unmatched cups waiting to be painted
Lovely.
So interesting, Never knew!
ReplyDeleteThere’s nothing like a French breakfast…a feast for the eyes and taste buds! You capture them so well in your watercolors. So many jams, so little time. ❤️
ReplyDeleteAlways stunning silverware..tea cups..spoons..jams.My faves maybe ..your aquarelles..that is;)
ReplyDeleteYour photos of Goult and the hotel in Avignon took me back to Provence this morning. I loved reading the story of your breakfast adventures in France.
ReplyDeleteYour breakfast still lifes are extraordinary, Carol. SO beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIf you love jams, you should visit Jamie Schler’s inn @lifeisafeast , Hotel Diderot, in Chinon. She makes all her own jams, a gazillion varieties! She fills an ancient armoire in the dining room with jam jars. That would make a great watercolor!
ReplyDeleteAn armoire full of jam!
ReplyDeleteWould I faint on the spot?
I dream of visiting Christine Ferber in Alsace…
What a wonderful post, thank you! Maybe my favorite, although it is hard to tell. You absolutely should go to Niedermorschwihr and draw and eat the jam of the famous Christine!
DeleteAbsolutely adorable! Thanks for sharing your story!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story. You are living the dream for sure and I love your newsletters!
ReplyDeleteOh Carol, you had me smiling with this post! I feel the same way about breakfast in France. Wherever it can be, inside or outside. That is one of my favorite things to do each and everyday I get to visit. Sitting down with a cup of hot chocolate or a pot of tea, a fresh and warm croissant, and fresh jam, sign me up. The scenery, the people watching, the atmosphere no matter what town, never disappoints. I love this post so much. I’m thrilled for you not just finding a way to enjoy France each time you do this, but for being able to live out your dream there. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your history of how you became Paris breakfasts. You have delighted me for several years!
ReplyDeleteRich and I always enjoyed our coffee in France. It was a ritual with us.
Even with the simplest of things -- coffee and a bun of sorts -- they always do it so beautifully! (So do you!) And a very fun post -- I learned something new about you!
ReplyDeleteCarol, Thanks for sharing your history and for continuing to share with us your adventures in Paris and beyond!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for the wonderful posts from Paris. I love to see them, One day I hope to be there.
ReplyDeleteI love your breakfast still life aquarelles but they make me so very homesick for Paris.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful story of how Paris Breakfasts came to be! And how we are drawn to the beauty in the detail of the French mindset.
ReplyDeleteSunday morning ritual:
ReplyDeleteBach, pot of coffee, candle and newspapers. This morning also biscuits with homemade Meyer lemon curd.
Alas the coffee pot was not silver.
You painted a verbal painting for me Foodwalker.
ReplyDeleteI should have everyone send a photo of their favorite Paris breakfast!
Loved this Origin Story!
ReplyDeleteORIGIN STORY !
ReplyDeleteIn entertainment, an origin story is an account or backstory revealing how a character or group of people become a protagonist or antagonist, and it adds to the overall interest and complexity of a narrative, often giving reasons for their intentions. Wikipedia
backstory, or established background narrative, that informs the identity and motivations of heroes and villains in a comic book or similar fictional work: The superhero's origin story begins with a tragic accident that left him scarred, but also resulted in his supernatural powers
WOW I did not know
I sure am glad you like breakfasts, beautiful results!
ReplyDeleteThe cat! The cat is so Cat. No one would dare disturb. Love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing as always and love the cat in the street part of your story. So lovely! Always enjoy the petit dejeuner or brunch- it’s about the food and the time of day to enjoy such past times! Thank you 🙏
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