Baking for the anti-waste workshop at Les Halles and somehow the apron is the only thing that made it to work with me. Come clock in early with me, stranger? 🥧
Baking for the anti-waste workshop at Les Halles and somehow the apron is the only thing that made it to work with me. Come clock in early with me, stranger? 🥧
The market stalls are still shuttered and I'm already here with an empty basket — first dibs on every tasting before the city wakes up. Come carry it home for me, stranger? 🥧
The best cèpe spot in the forest is only mine because nobody else bothers getting up for it. The moss is cold, the basket is full, and the cloak is doing floor duty. Come pick with me, stranger? 🍄
Taste Week is in full swing and I'm running the strictest tasting in Paris right here in my kitchen. Everything gets quality control before it leaves — want to be first in line, stranger? 🥧
The big car fair opened its doors today and I sat in every red one twice until the salesman stopped asking questions. Kept the cloak on the whole time, obviously. Tell me which one you'd drive me home in, stranger? 🐺
The cheese festival sent me home with more than I could carry, and I couldn't resist pairing it with the last of my tarts before bed. Come share the board with me, stranger? 🥰
They turned the old railway into a garden for the weekend and I got here before anyone else — the tracks are all mine and my cloak already knows it. Come walk the wild line with me, stranger? 🌳
The Japanese street fair sent me home with a whole bag of mochi and zero willpower. Come help me eat them before I get greedy, stranger? 🥰
Cider this fresh was never going to survive until the apple festival. The tarts can wait — come finish the bottle with me, stranger? ❣️
Left the ovens to mind themselves because Cassatt finally opened at the Orsay and I had to see how a woman paints other women. My cloak keeps sliding off the bench with me. Come pick my favourite painting for me, stranger?