Yesterday my friend Melissa and I went to lunch at Rue de Jean. I go there all the time (usually to satiate my truffle potato soup cravings) but this time we sat outside on the quintessentially Parisian patio, complete with woven bistro chairs, red awning, and simple linens. It felt like a mini escape from Charleston and reminded me just how much I miss/love/want/need France in my life.
Now if only I could speak actual French instead of just smiling, mumbling a few awkward sounds, and repeating "Je ne parle pas français." I'll work on it.
*Photos from my trip to France in June.