Greetings from Paris. This will be brief because of technical difficulties. Paris is tres cool.
There is a poem, I believe it is by William Carlos Williams, and the first line goes something like, “So much depends upon the red wheelbarrow…”
I think of this line each time I enter a restaurant, cafe, bistro, or brasserie and I get the treat of navigating the french dining experience with a professional garcon…the likes of which I have never, ever, encountered in the US. These men are superb and enhance the dining expereience immeasurably…they turn a simple quiche and glass of vin rouge into a feast and so much of the Parisean experience depends upon their service…they are tres magnifique.
