I went to stock up on cat food today and had the best conversation with the Parisian woman who owns the pet supply shop. She asked if I'd gone to Berko, the cheesecake place on Rambuteau. Hells yes! Apparently it's VERY popular with the locals for the American style cupcakes served. I was smitten when I saw the salted caramel cheesecake slices. Salted. Caramel.
I know... American style cheesecake in Paris. Don't judge.
Where was I? Oh yeah I was just getting ready to take you into Angelina on Rue de Rivoli.
You did want to go didn't you?
I thought so.
We'll share one of their famous mont blanc chestnut whipped cream (like buttah people!) meringue confections. Chrissy and I split one of them when we went.
Maybe you'd prefer this. Just sayin'
We'll go on the longest walk along the Seine when we're done. Not that we'll need to - what's eaten in Paris stays in Paris. I promise.
I just resumed my walkabouts here in LA this week. Feels good to be getting back into the moving routine I began in December. I won't be breaking speed records anytime soon and I still have to stop and catch my breath on the hills, but I feel stronger and can go further than before.