I followed a recent comment linky back to the scholarly, stylish, Paris-based Irish expat Passementerie. Upon arrival, what to my wondering eyes should appear? A featurette about MY bloggy. I blinked. Did a double take. But there it was. And is. An unexpected gift of the highest order. (Excuse me. I'm all fahrklempt.) Truly, this is the loveliest of gestures.
Aside from her obvious kindness, Passementerie attracts her far flung readership with narrative like this:
"[I] have just bought myself a slice of pistachio dacquoise to help me along the path to academic brilliance..."
And photos like this (from everyday walks through her Paris neighborhood):
The clincher for me was this take on our fair city:
Perhaps the internationally received image of Manhattan is shiny skyscrapers and big department stores, but when I visit I see none of that - I see a fabulous, dirty, disheveled place with lunatics shouting on street corners and extraordinary cafes, bars and bookshops hidden everywhere.
Passementerie, consider me your newest devotee.
:paris opera house - tercer ojo flickr; paris café - passementerie
3 comments:
Thank you so very much - so many sweet things! I am grinning from ear to ear over here in Paris. Goodness - the pressure is on now to keep a steady flow of witty, intelligent posts with fabulous pictures to live up to this tribute... maybe the quotations you cite were just flukes? *freaks out and hires a ghost writer*
Yes, isn't she terrific??!!
I must visit! How exciting!
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