The fact that we went to the Brisbane French Festival over the weekend has me feeling all nostalgic so I dug into the photo archives and pulled out some of the random photos that I have sitting on my hard drive. This is why I love taking photos…. over a glass of champagne and an afternoon at home, all the memories come flooding back and it’s like I’m right back in my little studio flat on left bank of Paris.
The French Festival has to be one of my favourites because the atmosphere of the people is so infectious. It’s the buzz of the french accents and the excitement over the cheese stalls that is hard to ignore. Not to mention the boulangerie stand that had a line that snaked through the entire festival (the wait is always worth it). I got myself a traditional croissant and I knew it was legit as the butter started to soak through the paper bag and I ended up dropping it on the floor when the bag gave way at the seal. See this is what you want with a proper croissant… one that is so buttery and so incredibly bad for you that the butter literally melts the bag right in front of you. Delicious!!
I don’t know any other festival where I can eat so much bread, cheese and champagne and feel so at home.
My favourite memories of Paris:
- Doing my daily route along the seine, down Rue Bonaparte, through the Luxembourg Gardens and back home
- A fresh baguette from Le Boulanger de Monge
- Seeing Notre Dame on my walks back home each day
- The white washed streets of the Le Marais
- Treats from Laduree (only sometimes, because you know, baguettes were already a daily staple)
- Intricate doors and wondering the stories that they held behind them
I hope you had a fabulous weekend!