After dragging my hung over ass to Victoria Station I took the Chunnel train to Paris. I really liked my new hotel which was to be my home base while in France. Very reasonable kind of funky boutique place called Saint-Louis Bastille, everyone spoke English, also it was centrally located & had a good selection of restaurants near by.
After exploring the city a bit I went back to the 11th arrondissement. My block had some really cool wine shops, a fromager that also carried fois gras, & one incredible bakery! Le Grand Mericourt was my choice for dinner that evening. This was a very chic little place with a great wine list, I chose a 2004 Bourgueil from Domaine Castlot Pontonnier. This wine had a bit of poo smell with hints of leather and dark fruit with a long finish, garnet color with a ruby rim. It paired well with a chestnut pie as well as my duck breast in fois gras sauce. The cheeses at this place ROCKED but with my limited french I couldn't get the correct names for them!
The next day I was off to Anger for a Earth,Wind, Fire, Water tasting of Sancerre and Muscadet in the Chateaux Plessis du Mace. The beauty of this Chateaux was amazing! Four different rooms where set up with several wines each paired separately with a wide variety of tastes. Most pairings involved seafood and the wines had racy acidity and a crispness that is typical of this region.
I heard 2 men speaking English and wandered over to join them! Turns out one man grew up very close to my hometown in Garrison, NY. He claimed to remember thunder rolling on the Hudson sounding like Thor bowling or some such thing? Whatever! They seemed very disappointed with this event as in previous years it was a sit down dinner. These 2 crazy ex patriots where really over the top! One looked and spoke like Andy Warhol , the other was definitely old money with a bad toupee and wearing a cravat. As I was enjoying playing the society dame on my best behavior Mr. Warhol tells me "Darling your frock is enchanting" probably a line I will always remember. I ran into them later in town at The Hotel De Paris, a very chic place where I had a nightcap.
As I walked home in my cocktail dress, up doo, heels in tow back to the dump I was staying in that night I felt like some type of new age Cinderella! How on earth did this little curly haired girl end up here?
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