Ten years ago, (or longer even? Oh man, much longer ago) I worked as a waitress at Chesterfield Café, a restaurant/bar in Paris, off the Champs Élysées. It was so much fun, and I was terrible at it. To quote one of the yelp reviews: that “service qui laisse à désirer”- that was me! I left something to be desired!
My point is, my hard on for France is totally merited. My little innocent Long Island Iced Tea drinking 19 year old self earned it. (Who drinks Long Island Iced Teas in Paris? And at work? I mean really. That should say everything there.)
So today’s Francophile bangles are both skinny and medium sized La Fontaine Bartholdi (it’s the chariots in the dreamy sky but actually based on a fontain in Lyon that represents France and her four rivers), cream Clous, and the Paris fleur de Lis by Maximal Art from my dad.
Bandit in the background says hi.