in bocca al lupo

I’m on the train to Bruxelles after a wonderful 30 hours in Paris with friends from home. I didn’t manage to eat macarons, but I did have quiche Lorraine and a baguette. Rachel, Lizzie and I ate, drank and danced our way through the weekend. It’s enough to make me want to relocate to Paris permanently. I’m sure that seeing the Trappist breweries in Belgium will be fantastic, but the bottle of rose that the three of us shared at the piano bar in Montmartre is going to be tough to beat.