A sparkly farewell to beautiful old London, and to the Old Year.
A sparkly farewell to beautiful old London, and to the Old Year.
Sprawling Borough Market in the heart of London is over 1000 years old.
Good vibrations: every few minutes the subway rumbles overhead and everything stops
Above: fresh mushroom risotto being prepared for takeaway
Below: countless stalls, sampling encouraged; the charm of Neal's Yard, a hidden enclave near Covent Garden
Our days were full.
- Tomorrow: Borough Market and Neal's Yard -
The holiday season in London is always magical.... It's a time of markets and mayhem, of shopping, eating, and visiting. Of easy moments made even better among old friends and family.
Above: good things galore at an Ottolenghi coffee/brunch bake shop; stately Leadenhall Market; Covent Garden; inside a pub; Houses of Parliament and Big Ben from across the Thames
May your Christmas glisten with great happiness, health, peace, and prosperity.
Above: angels overhead light the streets
3 hours (or less) from Paris:
London, a skip and hop from Paris, makes a perfect Christmas getaway.
Above: reminiscing and fond memories of The Chelsea Wharf Restaurant
***
***
Reprint from "Throwback Thursday" 11/4/2021
Lobster and shrimp Eggs Benefict on a Sunday morning
It
was 80's London in my pre-Paris days, and Michael Alexander, who I've
written about before on
this blog, had opened a restaurant, The Chelsea Wharf, to much local
fanfare in the media and otherwise, right on Chelsea Harbour.
In no time at all it became the talk of the town. In the cuisine was enfant terrible
now celeb chef Marco Pierre White, the sole person, it's been said, who
"made Gordon Ramsay cry in the kitchen." With regulars such as George
Michael and Boy George streaming in one would think its success was
guaranteed, but it wasn’t.
Sadly, it was short-lived. Lax management let a party
atmosphere take over and, as Michael would mention more than once over
the years with a sigh, he was, after all, a writer, not a restaurateur.
Sunday
mornings saw a gathering of "friends and allies" - those dearest and
nearest to
him - occupy a very long table for breakfast. As Billy Churchill swayed
away on piano and a soft light seeped in through gothic windows, we'd
regale in bad jokes and good champagne.
Just across the Thames was Saint Mary's Church and almost everyone would order Bloody Marys and the house Eggs Benedict - or rather, as it appeared on the menu, "Eggs Benedict Arnold," so named for the notorious traitor of the American Revolution buried there.
The first - and last - time I pointed this out I was swiftly berated.
“Traitor? From our side of things, Benedict Arnold was a hero!” - BPJ
The tomb of Titanic survivor Léontine Pauline Aubart - known as "Ninette" and played by Fannie Brett in the 1997 film (director: James Cameron) in Saint Vincent Cemetery, Montmartre.
***
Cabaret singer who sometimes performed at Le Lapin Agile, Ninette had accompanied billionaire Benjamin Guggenheim who kept an apartment in Paris. While she was saved by being able to get a place in a lifeboat, Guggenheim wasn't so fortunate. According to one account, realizing the end was near, he and his faithful secretary Giglio dressed in evening clothes and headed to the grand staircase and ballroom where they would "go down as gentlemen," sipping brandy.
As First-Class passengers, Ninette and Benjamin would have enjoyed lavish meals, even by French standards. Today, menus from the Titanic are quite valuable and sought after by collectors.
"The last meal for first-class diners that fateful night was a grand affair that included starters of canapés and oysters, a second course of consommé Olga (a clear veal soup garnished with scallops), a third course of poached salmon with mousseline sauce, and a fourth course of filet mignons Lili or chicken Lyonnaise with marrow farci (stuffed vegetables).
The mains catered to most people’s tastes. There was lamb, duckling and beef, with buttery roast potatoes, boiled potatoes, minted peas, carrots and rice. After a rum-infused palate cleanser of punch romaine (the sixth course), guests moved on to roasted squab (pigeon) with wilted cress, asparagus salad with Champagne saffron vinaigrette and pâté de foie gras with celery. In fact, with a grand total of 11 courses, it’s hard to imagine how they fitted it all in.
To round off that fateful meal, there was Waldorf pudding, peaches in Chartreuse jelly, chocolate and vanilla éclairs, French ice cream, assorted fresh fruit and cheeses. While some first-class diners would have eaten in one of the cafés or the à la carte restaurant, for others this would have been their last meal – a few hours later more than 120 first-class passengers died, mainly men." - Source: Lovefood.com The Titanic’s incredible menu revealed – for every class - BPJ
A glimpse into Victor Hugo's apartment on Place des Vosges, now a museum, his home with his family from 1832 until 1848 where he penned a large part of "Les Miserables."
Sculpture by Auguste Rodin