Lost In Limoges

From the sheep-dotted pastures of France's underpopulated Southwest, Limoges rises in all its grey glory. The city's claim to fame: fine porcelain. The half-timbered houses of the Medieval center are surrounded by strip malls and McDo. Land-hungry Brits descend with flailing pocketbooks (thanks, RyanAir). The weather is remarkably cool year-round. Sure, I live on rue de Nice, but this is NOT the Cote d'Azur. Welcome to Limoges, "the middle of nowhere"-- or as Pierre says "everywhere"-- France.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Breakfast in America (in Paris)

Craving pancakes, eggs, hash browns, bottomless cups of coffee, and the ever-elusive-- en France-- bacon strips? Head to Breakfast in America in the Marais where Grand Slams are served in a retro-diner atmosphere. You can even score blueberries with your short stack. The best part of all? Smiling, American waitresses politely, attentively serve heaping plates in a flurry of Franglish. And that, my dear reader, is truly rare in Paris.

PS. There's another location across the Seine.


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