Five steps

A warming new coffeehouse / salon de thé just steps from Place Dalida became my new coffee meetup spot but has temporarily closed due to the latest lockdown, except for takeaway.

 Les Cinq Marches

Café-Cantine 

12 rue Girardon 75018 

Halloween spirits

Two perfect beers for Halloween.

Jovian: "brewed w/buckwheat; cranberries and kumquat added" 

La Roja: "deep amber w/earthy caramel, spice and sour fruit notes"

 Jolly Pumpkin artisan ales

American craft beers

Merci Planète Bière 2020 Paris

 

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- Happy Halloween 2020 - 

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La Toussaint: Day of the Dead / All Saints' Day 

1st November

 

Now you see them

Now you don't.

 

No sooner had fresh oysters made a comeback Paris goes back into its shell.

 

Tonight at midnight.

Smoke out

Chef steps outside for a quick clope before lunch service.

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Yes, the French still smoke. A lot. At least from an American point of view, but a lot less than before. Since 2007, smoking has been strictly prohibited inside restaurants, cafés and bars, any and all enclosed and covered public spaces such as supermarkets, boutiques, hospitals and clinics, schools, public transportation, airports and in work spaces and offices (sorry "Emily In Paris") unless a company sets aside an area exclusively for fumeurs.

 I was about to say that the stereotype sultry Frenchman of films noirs seated alone on a café terrasse--where smoking is allowed--quietly observing as he takes a drag is long passé, but astute habitués of this blog have pointed out the gentleman in the background behind Clotilde in my recent posting, “Messy French buns" (bottom photo). - BPJ

Paris popovers

 With another confinement looming it's time to preheat the oven.

 

Above and Below: French popovers - smaller, detached, more self-assured

 

 

 

Above: homemade whole wheat popovers w/hints of nutmeg

Below: this morning's lemon zest merveilles (accompanied by butter, jams, honey, coffee, tea)

 

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Recipes November newsletter

 

Fall, leaves, fall

Emily Brontë

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

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Autumn in Montmartre

Coffee en couleur

Coffee at the café inside Halle Saint-Pierre.