Our second day in Paris was more than all white, it was superb.
We woke up early and marched off to breakfast al fresco.
Shearling jacket (on sale)
White shirt (cheaper) // White jeans (cheaper)
Sandy bag // Sandy boots // Sandy scarf
We took up a table outside L’Avenue.
Smack bang in the middle of avenue Montaigne, it might just be the chicest suntrap in Paris.
We ate a leisurely breakfast, chatted and soaked up the rays.
We watched as models, actors and actresses tumbled from blacked out cars and stalked to and from the restaurant. Tailed by swarms of furiously snapping paparazzi, who would shout, hiss whistle and snap, until the restaurant door closed on the star’s heels. The photographers would then lower their cameras, sigh, shrug and light each others cigarettes, sitting with a frown until the next reality star appeared.
After breakfast I headed off to meetings, leaving the gent to do his thing.
We met later behind the clock face at the Musée d’Orsay.
And paid some of my favourites a visit…
We met up with Angel for lunch, who swore she knew the best Croque Monsieur in town.
So we happily followed her to Le Chardenoux des Près.
A tiny, lovely little restaurant on rue de Dragon.
We sat up at the marble counter and perused our options.
Starting, as with all good French meals, with fabulous wine and even better bread.
Which just wouldn’t be the same without French butter and fleur de sel.
(Oh god, my mouth is watering all over again!)
I started with the lightest, most beautiful, exceptional scallop carpaccio.
As you can tell, I quite liked it.
Le chap had le croque!
Which I stole a few bites of, and Angel was absolutely right… magical.
He followed it up with steak.
And I went… wait for it…
For…
Le burger!
Now, the patty may look a little… little, but don’t be deceived! As most women will agree, size isn’t everything my friend.
The combination of the seared beef with the zingy herbed mayo, rocket and chillies was just mind blowing.
A very different burger to the cheese melting monsters I usually go for, but also one of the best I’ve ever had.
For pudding we all shared apple tart,
and the most rediculously awesome salted caramel eclaire you can possibly imagine.
A torpedo of choux, bursting with rich, sweet gloop, and a gentle salty kiss.
If you’re good and finish your plates, you get a fresh madeline, still hot from the oven!
It’s official, if I lived in France I would get very, very fat.
(And it would be totally worth it!)
You might have noticed that my “Paris Fashion Week” posts have been substantially more food, than fashion based.
C’mon this is me we’re talking about! I can’t help myself!
I worked exclusively with Lanvin this season, and tomorrow’s post is all about the show.
It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.
