This shot is the back side of one of my favorite little places in Paris:
La Reserve de Quasimodo (past post here).
And after a somewhat tense weekend worrying about friends and family on the East Coast,
I'm wishing I was here now. What I wouldn't give for a plate of their Rillette de Sardine,
the Foie Gras Tartine and a view of the Hotel de Ville across the Seine.
In the heart of Paris with affordable French favorites
and their very own little wine shop in the next room,
the building is also known as the Oldest Bar in Paris,
serving since the 13th century.
And for those of you letting out a collective sigh this Monday morning after Irene,
am sending out a whooping holler to those who went unscathed
and a prayer for those who didn't.
And Bonne Nuit, Irene.