Barbecue in Paris?!

Mmm Good.

A phone call to the States goes somewhat as follows, "Hello, what are you going to do for Thanksgiving?" I ask.

"I'm going to have some barbecue." my friend replies.

A few days later, my phone rings, and it's my friend. "Did you have a Thanksgiving barbecue?" I ask.

"It was nice, but I did not have any barbecue." my friend replies.

The next day, we talk again. "What are you doing tonight?" I want to know.

"I'm going to go to a barbecue restaurant." my friend replies.

It must have been subliminal programing, because I woke up craving barbecue in Paris. Who thinks about barbecue in Paris? Does it exist? Thanks to conversations with my friend, I had to find out.

A great slab of barbecue ribs, were discovered in Paris and they were finger lickin'! So much for fancy French dining.

Where can you find Barbecue Ribs in Paris if you ever really need some?: Indiana Cafe.

Ribs in Paris, Cozy Corner (inside), good book, I'm in Heaven.

Paris Brocante (Part 2 of 2) The Good Stuff

The "Good Stuff", in my opinion.

Stand here, inhale the aroma of saute onions and grilled smoke sausage.

Inhale. Warm and Spicy, loud onions.

Smell the fresh baked bun, juices, onions, sausage, in harmony.

Smells as if this bread were baked under the tent. Still warm, Inhale.

This wonderful mix of meats and spices greets you 2 blocks away.

Feel the warm steam and the soupy, spicy smell.

Different aromas make a wonderful melody of smell in the cool air.

Although I did not eat any of the Brocante 'Food Stuff', the wonderful aroma that filled the air inspired me to grill some sausage and onions once I returned home. Ah, just the smell was a wonderful accent on an overcast rainy day.

Paris Brocante (Part 1 of 2) The Junk

After reading the 23 November issue of Parler Paris, It was must to visit one of the many Flea Markets (Brocante) in Paris. I chose to spend Sunday afternoon at the Brocante in the Marais Neighborhood.

Remaining "focused" is one of my primary goals in Paris. Today, the focus was on finding one picture or painting for my apartment.

There was so much "Junk" (my personal opinion, no offense intended). Although one man's trash is another mans treasure, it all made my head spin, followed by a headache. I get a headache now just looking at all the photos I took. Sorry, I can't look at the photos long enough to add captions.

















People indeed find treasures hidden within the Paris Brocate. I did not find a picture or painting for my apartment, instead I found a wonderful headache.

Under My Umbrella, Rainy Day in Paris

Under My Umbrella.

It's raining.


You can stand under my umbrella.

Under my umbrella.


It's raining.

You can stand under my umbrella...




Under my Umbrella.


It's raining.

Black Friday Night in Paris

"Black Friday" is the big shopping day after Thanksgiving in the States, but just another day here in Paris. After finishing a little work at the office, I am going to meet a friend for drinks. Eat, drink, and be merry...(do a little work and shop a little too.)

A few random "black Friday" street shots for no apparent reason...

Department Store window display.

Holiday Window Display.

Hotel de Ville

A Happy Thanksgiving in Paris

This Thanksgiving was celebrated with French and American friends, an all-American traditional dinner, and a jazz trio playing in the background.

The dinner party was held at the Paris Marriott on Blvd Saint-Jacques, also the first hotel I stayed in (arrangements made by my cousin Nicky) when this dream of living in Paris began last year. It's as if it were yesterday, walking down the sidewalk in the rain in April 2008 asking a bus driver sitting in his parked bus, "Où est Boulevard Saint-Jacques?"

The Thanksgiving dinner was buffet style, which really made me miss my "Original" family in Las Vegas. I miss the Sunday after church buffets with Mom, Dad and Taylor and the All-you-can-eat Friday Seafood buffets with my brother and younger sister.

Tonights' dinner was hosted by the American Chamber of Commerce in Paris along with The American Club in Paris. The menu we shared was fabulous with all-you-could-eat of the following...
Waldorf Salad, Carrot and Grape Salad, Cajun Chicken Salad, Endive & Walnut Salad with Roquefort, Caesar Salad, Crisp vegetables and dip.
Pumpkin Soup
Roasted Turkey, Mashed Sweet Potatoes, Baked Pumpkin,Green Beans.
Cinnamon Pecan pie, Pumpkin Pie, Apple Pie, Cheesecake, Brownie, Fruit Salad
Corn Bread.
(I wish I had one of mom's secret ziplock bags.)

There's so much to be thankful for in life, including a Happy Thanksgiving in Paris or where ever you are.