little. things.

Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving.
What you have caught on film is captured forever ...
It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten them. ~ Aaron Siskind

I had two posts of warming autumnal comfort food recipes written and photographed until my computer lost the posts and the images. Merde...
I was able get the images restored, but the posts may take a bit longer to recapture or rewrite.
Until that time, I want to share with you a food memory of what was once my favorite tiny resto in Paris. It was an unobtrusive and little known resto called Le Grillardin, that was just a few steps from my Paris appartement.
Unfortunately this treasure of a resto is no longer in existence.

But I remember.
The little things.
The tiny, infinitesimal, intimate details about a very simple and delicious meals I ate at Le Grillardin.


The succulent fresh fish was cooked so that it melted in my mouth, and it was accompanied by perfectly turned and parsley strewn potatoes. (Trust me these are difficult to get perfect..)
A fresh green salad with a just-right-balanced vinaigrette dressing was a fresh green exclamation, and a complimentary jug of house wine completed the meal. This déjeuner was presented in a manner that was not haute couture, just with the utmost respect to the food and to the diner. And all for a price that I could afford and afford to return here often...and I did.

Until I recover my words from my lost posts, I wanted to share these little memories, of a little meal, in a little place near Palais Royal with all of you.
But these memories seem not so very little, they seem immense and utterly perfect…

That is the great thing about memories, they can be what ever you want them to be…however, I have photographic proof of these memories.

Merci beaucoup for you patience…