When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most? Photographers, artists, poets: show us HOME.
I’ve just got home after a few days in Paris. it’s the first leisure trip I’ve done in over a year, after my illness. So, I didnt miss home at all. It felt great to be out and about again.
I had lunch in a small wine bar/cafe. It’s a great place, very old fashioned and completely un-touristy. There’s not much on the menu, only about four plats de jour . All good, all at a great price. I saw this little guy there having lunch with two burly builders. I love the idea that dogs are allowed in (most) restaurants in France… it does make it feel more like home.
I was advised by a wellwisher that my blog needed more dog stories. Here ya go!