A Day At The French Fair :: Une journée à la foire française

I have a confession to make. I have a bad case of Francophilia.

In reality, it’s not as bad as it sounds, and I am able to manage it quite easily.

Sure, it flairs up from time to time, but it’s easy to treat the symptoms. Champagne helps.

As do specific forms of carbohydrate, such as croissants…

…or baguettes. 

Or, if the chance presents itself, a trip to La Belle France, bien sūr. 

 

Today, we fed my craving with a trip to the French Fair in Palo Alto.

 

We rode over on the motorcycle and it was a little hectic finding parking, but we managed!

The first thing we saw were some French cars:

Then we made our way through the crowds and waited in line for quite a while to get some food. We figured our mood – and patience – would improve if we ate.

We had some delicious and authentique sandwiches.

Then we walked around looking at the French vendors and I bought two lavender sachets.

 

C’était une bonne journée!

 

à bientôt!

 

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