Tuesday, 26 May 2015

OPA!





We spent the weekend being as Greek as possible at Paniyiri festival over at West End. We made a late entry on Sunday to sample the souvlaki and watch some plates being smashed. You couldn't miss the place, it was sitting amongst thick clouds of smoke from the hot plates cooking within every corner of the park. It saddens me to report that there were two terrible occurrences during the festival. Number One was that we missed the plate smashing which is such bad luck because it's not an activity I feel I'd be able to try at home.  Number Two is almost too horrible to even type. 

They ran out of lamb souvlaki.

I feel it is really hard to come back from that especially when you have to line up with a million others who more than likely wanted some lamb just like us. Luckily they had the most adorable Greek dancers who really stepped up the charm. After continually clapping and shouting out an OPA here and there over our Mythos beers, all was forgiven. 



Friday, 22 May 2015

Strolling the Seine





It would be more than fair to say that I am not the most active human there ever was. I own that title and shrug it away while I finish my baguette and plan tomorrows bakery purchases in my head. There is however a particular walk that my non-active heart does miss taking from time to time. The 6 kilometres along the Seine that I would fine myself walking every day after being out exploring. I took the same path, walking on the same side, passing the same street vendors selling their books lined across the brick wall and it never wore thin. Three months of baguettes and despite my walking efforts it appears that I also, never wore thin.

I may have also found myself mysteriously researching apartments in Paris today. Just for fun I swear…. maybe. 







Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Slightly Too Fancy




Holy wow, now that was a big weekend. I know I said I wanted to go all out, be all fancy, but I'm old. Too old and too indulgent in the champagne at weddings to keep the momentum going. It's Monday and my body is still teaching me a lesson and so it should, I totally and utterly deserve it. Ohhh what I wouldn't do for a breakfast and a homemade lemonade from The Grounds of Alexandria to nurse my hangover back to health.

Let's find the silver lining out of this whole debacle. I've discovered this past year that I have a slight obsession with homemade lemonade. It started innocently enough here when this guy started enticing me at the farmers markets. From there it's grown into it's own beast and I'm not going to lie, I don't hate it. They had a rose lemonade at The Grounds during my visit to Sydney which I thought about trying only for a hot second the first AND second time I went to the stand to make a purchase. The champagne rebel in me wanted to try it, but the sensible old soul in me decided to stick with what I know.. and I know traditional lemonade.





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