Next to my house is a candy floss stand. Candy floss happens to be what we call in French my péché mignon(my sweet sin: usually refers to food).Please note that we use the evocative name of "Daddy's beard" (Barbapapa) for this childish confection. Last night I felt very happy and carefree, so I thought I deserved to celebrate a nice walk home with spun sugar.
Before a long, internet-less weekend of hard studying, I wish everyone their favorite péché mignon in the days to come.
beautiful pictures.
RépondreSupprimerYour photos always stir my wanderlust ways so perfectly. Whether I'm reading Adam Gopnik's Paris to the Moon or reading your delightful blog, I'm taken to France if only for a few minutes here or there.
RépondreSupprimerHave a wonderful rest of the week.
Beautiful pictures!
RépondreSupprimerI love how the French call it candy floss. I think I'll have to add that to my kids' vocabulary. :)
You are beautiful.
RépondreSupprimerLove the view at the river. The lights must be lovely!
RépondreSupprimerBe sure to take a break or two from your studies this weekend!
Oh, and what Britni said...
I love seeing the atmosphere that sounds other people. Your pictures are beautiful and stir up more love for Paris then i thought i had. There is a little place in New York i love, right out side of a sushi house. They sell cotton candy also.
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