Sundays are for....

city trains to the suburbs for birthday parties

Sundays are for...

Manifestation (man eef esta sion  political demonstration) 

 Today it was the gays.  For the rights to legal marriage and adoption.


Among the funny signs:

You make homos and we make you heteros

God loves the gays, it's just his fan club that didn't get the message

Who loves you?

It's not my boyfriend.....it's his mom
His dad comes over with his tools and hangs shelves/bath towel hooks/frames slightly askew on the wall while he drinks white wine.
His mom brings bags of things - some perishable goods from the kitchen, herbs from the garden, some high quality linens or clothes if she thinks we might use them, and fresh flowers.  Always fresh flowers.  Then she wanders around the neighborhood and buys strawberries, mignardises, and anything else she thinks we might need. 

mignardises photo by illerdre.blog

 

 

Sundays are for...

• French toast made with brioche and eggs with milk, vanilla and little bit of molasses.

• Walks in the Marais (Mar-eyh)

The Marais is one of the only places with open shops on a Sunday

A nice walkable Jewish/Gay/start-up-clothing-designer neighborhood.  Somehow this works.

• And then there are the pitas.  

At least 5 different pita shops that also sell to-go through a walk-by window.  Strange for the country where sit-down dinners are a national sport. 

But these pitas, they are divine. Every bite is different. They seem to hit every flavor and texture on the palette.

Start with a toasty pita bread, spoonful of garlicky hummus, 3 piping hot crunchy-on-the-outside falafels, sweet shredded carrots, fresh shredded cucumber and purple cabbage, then red tomato sauce, grilled eggplant, a white yogurt-tahini sauce and a  dill pickle.  (the only place in all of Western Europe I have found real dill pickles). 

photo from saltandspatula.com

 It is a crying SHAME I didn't take a picture of mine.  I am pretty sure it was 50% bigger than this girl's

• AND Sundays are for warm September sunsets

Curses!

photo by: Guyatar (Flickr)

We have been sucked in by the television.  Or rather a television series.

We have been sitting on the couch since 12p.m. watching 24

for 7 hours.

You know what is nice about being overseas?  If you are patient enough to wait for the DVD's -

no commercials, no waiting for the next episode.

You know what is not nice about being overseas?

no commercials, no waiting for the next episode.

Sundays are for...

 early morning hikes

Taking your sword to the Boulanger...

... for some grand cakes.

Picking up some fish at the Poissonnière for Sunday lunch.

 ... and no meal is complete without some cheese from the Fromager.

And, if you happen to be a guest, you better stop by the Fleuriste to pick up something for your hosts.