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BREAKING NEWS!  This Wednesday, the Summer Sale starts in France. YES!  For us “professional shoppers”, let the fun begin.  Why is this a big deal?  In the U.S., there are sales every day. Macy’s has one sale after another. I used to spend days and weeks buying and returning things to Macy’s.  It was therapy for me. Haha. When I was in Law School, I would browse and buy in Marshall’s to relieve the pressure. You think I am kidding? The sales and deals were rampant.  Steve and I would laugh at local businesses in Westwood, posting “going out-of-business sales” and leaving signs up for years – for instance, a furniture store and an antique store on the corners of Sepulveda and La Grange.

It is different in France.  The dates when stores can have big sales are regulated by law. That’s right – LAW. There are only two times a year when French shops are legally allowed to sell items for less than cost and use the word “Soldes” in their windows and ads – January (Soldes d’Hiver) and July (Soldes d’Ete). Like our “Black Friday” or Nordstrom’s Half-Yearly Sale. The markdowns are huge.  The dates vary from year to year and from regions to region, but here on the Riviera, the 2017 Sale was January 11 – February 21. And the Summer Sale starts on Wednesday, June 28, lasting until August 8, 2017. Each sales period lasts six weeks.

The stores can only sell the current inventory on hand. They are not allowed to bring in merchandise especially for sales.  Prices are reduced on what is in the shop, even in the major designer label stores like Chanel, Christian Dior, and Louis Vuitton. They all drop their prices. That is also true at stores selling building materials and supplies. The markdowns get deeper as the weeks go on. Steve and I bought our big television set (featured below) during Soldes d’Hiver in 2016.  

I bought my Ralph Lauren orange blazer (featured below) during Soldes d’Ete in July 2016. Prices were slashed on both.

The savings during this time are usually 30-50%. Sometimes as high as 70% as the sale period goes on. So, at the beginning, you have inventory selection, but by the end, slashed prices. Problem is – you cannot return anything. Well, not true. You can return and get store credit, but not your money back. Maybe. Depends on the store. But, that policy seems to be in place all the time in most stores. I have found out the hard way. The French have little patience with returns.

A lot of the stores are now open on Sundays. That’s relatively new. Sunday – the sacred family day in France – is a day when EVERYONE goes to the Park by my house. So, if you have the desire and the money to shop on Sunday, that is when you get the sales without the crowds at Galeries Lafayette, H&M and Zara, and shopping centers like Nice Etoile, Cap3000 and the Polygon Riviera.  All of those are now open seven days a week during the sales period.  

Frankly, between you and me, I try to stay OUT of the stores. I always see and want more than I can afford. And, if I have a weak moment – which is just about all of the time I am in the store – and impulsively buy an Armani jacket (my favorite designer) on sale (which I did not too long ago because there was a sign in the window that said, “GOING OUT OF BUSINESS”), I cannot take it back (which I wanted to do the next day when it was too late).  I don’t dare go back into that shop during July or August.  

Buyer Beware!!

Best, Jay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This week, I cleaned out. Then, cleaned out more. Then, panicked. I can only downsize for so long before I panic and put things back on the shelves and in the closets. I am like a yo-yo – give it away, put it back. This is not new news. Thus, I have discovered that the only way I will let go of a “thing” / “stuff” / “keepsakes” / “old designer clothes” is to get it into the dumpster or the car as fast as possible. Usually, I won’t take something out of the dumpster. I have been known to take something out of the car, but not often. If I put clothes going to charity into the car, I usually let them stay – unless I panic, go down to the car, search through the bags until I find what I am looking for.  

This week, I worked on closets and bookshelves – trying to “simplify”. As I was trying to get one of the bookshelves organized, I saw three magazines that I have carted from house to house since the 1960’s. Most of that time, these magazines have stayed in drawers, out-of-sight. Why? Why was I keeping a “Saturday Evening Post”, dated August 25 – September 1, 1962; a “Saturday Evening Post”, dated October 20, 1962; and a “Life” magazine, dated November 9, 1962?

 

 

On the front of the Saturday Evening Post, dated August 25-September 1, 1962, someone has written “J. D. Jewell, pg 55B”.

My friend, Janice Braselton, says its Mother’s handwriting. Possibly. It is not mine. And, it is not Daddy’s. The “D” looks like Mother’s, so Janice is probably right.

I turned to page 55B. There it was. An ad – “Jesse Jewell’s from our spotless plant to your spotless kitchen TWO NEW WAYS TO BUY CHICKEN! Extra Flavor! Extra Value! Extra Good!

I searched through the Saturday Evening Post, dated October 20, 1962. On page 66a, there is an ad – “Jesse Jewell’s Plenty of Meat…Tasty Gravy…Tender Crist MEAT PIES Extra Flavor! Extra Value! Extra Good!”

In Life, dated November 9, 1962, the ad was further back. On page 124 R5 – “Jesse Jewell’s Plenty of Meat…Tasty Gravy…Tender Crust MEAT PIES.”

The fall of 1962.  I tried to remember. What was going on in my life? The world? The Company? And I remembered – J. D. Jewell, Inc. in Gainesville Georgia and Florence, Alabama was riding high. I had just gotten my Master’s Degree from the University of Georgia in Drama in June 1962. And, I immediately got a position, teaching drama at Brenau College (now, Brenau University) in Gainesville, starting that fall. My husband at that time was studying for the Georgia Bar Exam.

During that fall, J.D. Jewell, Inc. was expanding into Frozen Pot Pies, with a plant in Florence, Alabama. Mother and Daddy were constantly sampling pot pies, and so were we. Our freezer was stocked full of frozen chicken and chicken pot pies and meat pot pies. Colonel Sanders Kentucky Fried Chicken was talking to Daddy; Heinz wanted the Company; and so did Swanson. The stock was going or had gone over the counter. Life was good.

I started browsing through articles to see what was going on in the world – an article “Our Image Abroad” by Robert F. Kennedy; “A Slugger Comes of Age” by Frank Robinson; Irving Berlin was “Back on Broadway; “Advice to Young Men” by Henry Ford II. Then, wait a minute! WHAT???? DEALING WITH THE DEADLY CRISIS – The U.S. and Its People Withstand the Nuclear Threat. As Others Talk, Kennedy and Khrushchev Pull the Strings “DESTINY WAITS UPON THE MEN”. Oh, my god, what have I discovered? The U.S. was in crisis!! I knew that, but….!!!!

While we were enjoying the fruits of success in Gainesville, Georgia, with full-page ads in major magazines, the U.S. was in crisis. “In a take-cover drill at the Elysian Heights elementary school in Los Angeles, children crouched in a corridor under the watchful eyes of their teachers, shielding the back of their necks with their hands. It was a scene to be repeated in many places across the U.S. as Americans braced for what yet might come. “

Then and now – the similarities? And, this is the moment in time I take another look? My heart is full – difficult to put into words. A lot to think about. These magazines are a keeper. For now, anyway.

Remember? Familiar friends, aren’t they?

 

 

Best,  Jay

 

Throughout the years, concepts influenced my life. As a young girl, I enjoyed pondering concepts – more so than facts. If I saw someone doing one thing while saying another, I thought about motivation rather than what just happened. I immersed myself in concepts when I started working with Ira Progoff, writing in Journals and going to periodic retreats.  A lot of that work is included in my book “Janet Tallulah”.

I continue to ponder concepts. (Drove Steve crazy. He was a fact man, a perfect partner in a game of Trivial Pursuit, thought I “overthought” everything.)  And the specific concepts for today’s symposium are choices and decisions and “the CLICK”.  

“Choice” is defined by Merriam-Webster as “the act of choosing” or “the act of picking or deciding between two or more possibilities” or “the opportunity or power to choose between two or more possibilities”. “Decision” is “the act or result of making a choice especially after careful thought.  Choice comes first, followed by decision.

Ira talked at length about the importance of making a decision.  Then, MOVE ON.  

Should one have difficulty making a decision, decide not to decide until the decision is ready to be made. Ugh. That was not easy for me to do. I forced a decision, then fretted about whether it was the right choice. Drove me crazy and anyone else I could dump my frustration on. At some point along the way, I started calling that moment of decision-making – the CLICK.  For me to decide, I must hear the CLICK.  Until then, decide not to decide, yet. The decision was not ready to be made.

Haha. That didn’t work in restaurants when I had to decide what to eat.  It worked great when I had to decide whether to break up with Steve or marry him. Or, whether to move to France or Sarasota, Florida. Or whether to attend law school or continue acting full-time.  

Throughout the years, I continued making up words that worked for me. I called it “Jayspeak”. When Steve and I started seeing each other, I discovered that he made up things more than I did.  I wouldn’t know what he meant.  I called it “Stevespeak”. Then, he would explain.  Our own version of Pig-Latin. “Stevespeak” is the title of his first book and his blog that he started just before he died.

I think of the CLICK, daily. Especially in the middle of the night.  I have a lot of choices and decisions to make. I must downsize because I must move – sometime around the 30th of September. That is when my lease is up. And, this unit is up for sale, with annoying weekly showings. Where will I put all this stuff? Dishes and silver and tablecloths and napkins and pots and pans and paintings…..  To say nothing about my grand piano. Haha. My friend Carole calls it “the elephant in the room”.  It doesn’t make sense to rent storage. And, the French haven’t discovered closets, yet. Where do they put stuff?  Ugh. Where do I move? Sigh. A friend asked me when I planned to start looking for an apartment.  I replied, “When I hear the CLICK.” She, of course, didn’t know what I meant. But I did. And do. And will. At some point, I will hear the CLICK. Panic. Find a place. Toss out. Make it work. And, move on. Easy to say, difficult to do.

 

Best, Jay

 

 

 

 

It is difficult to write about this. But, I must. It seems important for me to do. This time last year, Steve and I were in a Ritage Riviera town car, being driven to Monaco. It was Saturday, the day of Qualifying. We were giddy from excitement. The Monaco Grand Prix was IT in our home. I think Steve was a Formula One fan from the git-go. His favorite race was Monaco. Over the years, it became mine, too. I began to know the Clubs and many of the drivers. It was fun. I did not get up with him at any hour of the night to watch events, but he did. Amazing. 

Last year, he got us tickets for Qualifying. They were cheaper than Race Day. And, we wanted to get a driver. Maybe, if we were younger, we would have taken the train, but a driver let us stay longer and do more. 

We left home around 10:30 a.m., allowing time for crowds and traffic. And, we want to explore, eat lunch, wander…. Everything was amazingly organized. And, we did as much as we both had energy to do, deliriously happy. We had hot dogs, Pepsi’s, potato chips, ice cream, Italian food. We talked to strangers and kept trying to get a good selfie. 

We did not have seats. We had space on a hill. Haha. And, by the time we got there, the good spaces were taken. We didn’t care. We were there and loving it, resolving to get seats for Race Day next year.

These are the pictures we took. Not great. For us, it was just the beginning of more Grand Prix’s to come.

Today is Qualifying in Monaco. I will watch it for both of us. And, tomorrow – the Race. Some days, I feel my heart will break. This is one of them. 

Best, Jay

 

 

 

 

I have been an actress all my life, becoming professional in 1970. I continue to be a member of SAG-AFTRA (lifetime), The Actors Studio (lifetime), and the Television Academy. I recently did a film in Cannes, “Damien’s Reawakening”, directed by acclaimed American director Maxine Pugh (November 2016). I was a finalist judge for the Television Academy’s 38^th College Television Awards this spring (March 2017). These awards recognize student innovation and achievement in storytelling at a gala that was held this week, May 24^, 2017.  As you can see, I stay active in the Entertainment Industry.   I love it!

Once Steve and I moved to Nice, there were two must-do things on our list – the Grand Prix in Monaco and the Cannes Film Festival.  Last year, we got tickets for the Grand Prix on Saturday, the day of Qualifying. It was great! We resolved to get grandstand tickets next year (2017) for the Grand Prix on Sunday, the day of the Race. We’d wait to go to Cannes. Too much was going on.

This Sunday is the Grand Prix. I will watch it and shed tears and wish I could tell Steve about my day at the Festival in Cannes with Jamie. He would be so happy for both of us. He loved Jamie and knew I wanted time with her. Plus, he said many times the happiest he saw me was when I was acting.  He begged me to continue. 

SO, having waited all my life to go to the Cannes Film Festival, I went!!!  The day was perfect.  I made reservations for the American Club of the Riviera’s luncheon at the Plage Restaurant on Saturday, May 20. When I found out that Jamie and Aymeric would be in Antibes during that time, I invited them to go with me as my guests. It wasn’t Aymeric’ s thing.  Jamie said 100% YES!

SO, last Saturday morning, I was up bright and early putting together an outfit that would be fun, yet comfortable, and doing hair and makeup with gusto – constantly telling myself to calm down. I drove my car to Antibes – Google-maps garbling directions that were incomprehensible.  

Somehow, I found their apartment. Don’t ask me how. Jamie was as excited as I was. So was Aymeric! He guided me and my car into a garage that will be the topic of blog on another day. Don’t know how, but I left my car in their garage (down a car elevator as I continued to tell myself to calm down). Thank goodness Uber took us from Antibes to the Plage Restaurant. 

The Luncheon mixer started at 12:00 p.m. There was a huge turnout. Cocktails of something with vodka. I didn’t dare. Not with French wine on its way.  Jamie and I were assigned to Table 13. Ugh! Thus, I took Daddy’s approach to the Number 13 – it is a lucky number. Everything and everybody at that table – the best! Everyone at the luncheon was older than Jamie (duh). A moment of concern. Would she have fun? No problem.  Jamie’s fun. Everyone at the table found her delightful! So did I.   

Continuing on, the Plage Restaurant is across from The Carlton. I think it is the Carlton Hotel’s Beach Club. I think. I’m not sure. There were sun-bathers (some topless) and guests in beach chairs as well as tables of celebrity-looking people eating lunch. I looked for a familiar face every-now-and-then but found what was going on at our table much more interesting. One couple was down from Paris for the luncheon. Another woman owned a Vineyard – Château des Chaberts – in Var, France.

The Menu: 

• Salade de haricots verts à l’huile de truffes et foie gras
• Filet de dorade, sauce homardine et légumes du moment
• Tarte citron meringuée

Lunch was delicious.  Conversations were stimulating.  Blue skies and warm sunshine.  At one point, Jonathan Lippman spoke about Italian Actresses to reflect the Film Festival poster this year of Claudia Cardinali in 1956.  Very interesting. No one seemed in a hurry to leave. 

At some point, Jamie and I took off to find the Red Carpet. We did a lot of walking and exploring. Photo-ops and gendarmes galore. The police started controlling the crowd around 4:30 p.m. We found a seat in the shade under a tree near the Grand Théâtre Lumière to wait for the 6:30 p.m. screening. Yes, it was a long time to wait, but we thought it was a 5:00 p.m. screening, then 6:00 p.m. screening. But, Jamie likes to “people-watch” like I do. And, there was a lot to see. The Film scheduled for 6:30 p.m. was a 2017 French film, “120 BATTEMENTS PAR MINUTE (BPM (BEATS PER MINUTE)), directed by Robin Campillo. Lots of men in tuxedos and women in beautiful gowns everywhere.

Once the people started appearing on the red carpet, Jamie found a way to get inside a controlled area. From there, we could see people arriving. And, to help matters, there were large television screens showing Red-Carpet activities to onlookers. Neither of us wanted to leave. But, Grandma here got tired. (Sigh.) So, we stayed until we wanted a pizza and a glass of wine more. Plus, master server Jamie (Jamie worked as a server in a sports bar Woodbury Bar outside of AT&T Park (Giant Stadium) in San Francisco during college) knew we should get a table before crowds left the Red Carpet area. 

We found a great little Pizzeria – SAN TELMO – off the main drag. It was on Rue Hoche. We dined outside on pizza and wine, then lingered over expressos – talking non-stop until they chased us away. (They needed our table – long line to get in.) Actually, they were very nice about not getting us to leave sooner. Well……..  I waited a lifetime to do this. Worth waiting for. If the luncheon is there next year, I will go again – unless I’m on the Red Carpet. Who knows, I may get cast in a French or USA or English film that is competing. You never know. 

After dinner, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. We called Uber from the Starbucks at the train station to pick us up and drive us to Antibes. And, true to form, on the ride home, Jamie and the Uber driver Mohammed had a lively talk about how he got to Cannes.

I stayed overnight with them. On Sunday, Jamie and I went exploring in Antibes. Then, after lunch, Aymeric helped me go up the car elevator to the street. Yikes. I took the A-8 home.  What a great memory we made!  A good time was had by all. 

Best, Glamorous Jay

 

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The merry month of May is well on its way over here on the Côte d’Azur. And, believe-you-me, the French take May seriously. May 1^st is a holiday (Fête du travail); May 8^th is a holiday (Victoire 1945); and May 25^th is a holiday (Ascension). On these holidays, EVERYTHING closes – just about. Some restaurants and stores stay open, but not all of them. And, if it is a pretty day, EVERYONE goes outside for one reason or another.

Last Sunday was the first Sunday in May – a day before a holiday, thus a three-day-weekend. Thus, people in the park. No matter. It was early, and all I wanted to do was walk six times around the track, listen to classical music through my Bose earphones, and have a croissant and coffee at the Park Café.

NO. Not to be. The Park gates were locked with security guys standing guard. What???? Was something going on that I didn’t know about???? Duh. Well, it seems that the gigantic Festival that was held in the Park on May 1^st continues! Every Sunday until June. (After that, the locals go on holiday for the summer while the tourists take over. Haha. Just kidding.) The gates were to open at 10:00 a.m. 

Hmmmm. It was 8:30 a.m. I was dressed and prepared to work out. Hmmm. Plan B? Could I do a SeaTrek? Would my knees handle the hill? (I had work done on my knees (long story for another time). Yes. Never say “no” if “yes” is a worthwhile challenge. OK. Trek to the Sea and have breakfast. Find a restaurant on the Boulevard that serves a touristy breakfast of “bacon and eggs”. 

Believe it or not, all went well. My knees were fine. I completed my spontaneous 2017 Spring SeaTrek and had a great day. This is what happened.

WALKING DOWN THE HILL – APPROXIMATELY TWO MILES FROM MY APARTMENT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL (CIMIEZ).

CUTTING THROUGH STREETS TO GET WHERE I WANT TO GO. 

MAKING NOTE OF THIS RESTAURANT TO TRY IN THE FUTURE.

BALTHAZAR RESTAURANT – MY CHOICE FOR BREAKFAST. THEY HAVE OMELETTES!

MY WALK BY THE SEA AFTER BREAKFAST. GORGEOUS DAY!!!

THE FLOWER MARKET – A MUST-SEE WHENEVER I AM IN TOWN.

I TOOK THE BUS BACK TO CIMIEZ AND WALKED HOME BY THE PARK FROM THE BUS STOP. IT WAS MID-AFTERNOON AND PEOPLE WERE STILL ARRIVING AT THE PARK. I WAS TEMPTED TO GO IN, BUT DECIDED TO GO HOME AND ICE MY KNEES. GLAD I DID. 

BACK HOME WITH YELLOW ROSES.  I PURCHASED YELLOW ROSES TO TAKE HOME. 10 EUROS FOR 10 ROSES – FRESH AND GORGEOUS!

A FUN DAY!

BEST, JAY

The original post of Ben Holloway’s pre-existing condition was published in a blog that is written by Debby Prince Kroll, my niece, entitled “Unexpected in Common Hour”.  Ben is her grandson. Let me lay the foundation:

My sister Patricia (Patricia Jewell Prince) and her husband Jack (Jack Prince) have a daughter Debby. Debby (Deborah Prince Kroll) and her husband Bob (Bob Kroll) have a daughter Katie. Katie (Katie Kroll Holloway) and her husband Joshua (Joshua Holloway) have a son – BEN. Ben Holloway’s story involves miracles and recovery, faith and courage. It is still in process.

Debby writes in her post:

“The U.S. is the only industrialized nation in the world that does not provide equal access to healthcare for all citizens. Obamacare expanded healthcare coverage and made it more affordable for many Americans,  but the current Republican-led House of Representatives just voted to gut that coverage.  One of the worst aspects of the House plan is that insurance companies would no longer have to provide coverage for pre-existing conditions. Pre-existing conditions include not only serious medical conditions such as cancer and diabetes but also medical problems like high cholesterol and even pregnancy.  The actual list is quite long.

Many Americans are “up in arms” over what the House of Representatives has done. Bear in mind that the bill also must pass the U.S. Senate, and many believe that is unlikely.  However, I, too, am “up in arms” because our Brave Ben clearly has a pre-existing condition.”

On Facebook, Debby posted the following:

 

“This is what a pre-existing condition looks like. Would you like to tell him that he is less deserving of access to healthcare options than others? Giving him limited access to a high-risk insurance pool is not the same as allowing him to have health insurance!  

Please don’t get distracted by thinking these issues are political. These aren’t issues that need to boil down to voting along party lines. This is about people. Men, women, and children who are more than a label of “pre-existing” condition. This is about people you love in your family. People you see every day at work.  Neighbors. Friends. HUMAN BEINGS. As Christians, as Americans, as humans we are responsible for looking at the people beyond the politics.  

This is my grandson Ben. He will turn 7 years old on Friday but already has had 3 brain surgeries for a vascular malformation in his brain. Those surgeries saved his life, and he now excels in school, plays sports, and lives a normal life.  Our President and Members of Congress should work harder at ensuring we all have the right to affordable quality health care! Every life matters. Not just those the insurance companies deem worthy.  This is not about Republicans. Or Democrats. It’s about people. Let’s not let our politicians and media distract us from that. #lovepeople

(Thank you to Jennafer Eddy-Loving who first stated this so beautifully. I borrowed much of her original post.)   – Deb Prince Kroll”

The original post in Debby’s blog can be found at the following address:

Healthcare in America and Ben’s pre-existing condition

 

I am reposting Debby’s words because this matter is important and needs immediate attention.  I support Debby in getting your attention! 

Best, Jay

I love going out to eat! It’s fun. When I was little, Daddy took us every week at least once. Sometimes more. There weren’t a lot of places to go. During those year, Gainesville, Georgia was a small Southern town. 25,000 – 30,000 people, maybe. We would go to the Dixie Hunt Hotel on Sundays after church. Or, we would go to the Mayflower Cafe on Main Street for Jimmy Carras’ steak and onion rings. Most of the time, we went to the Elks Club for a steak and baked potato. Daddy could go downstairs for a Jack Daniels and water while Mother and I watched for the food. (No comment!)

Did I say – I love going out to eat! Now, good food is important, but also the ambiance, the table, the placement of the table, the view from my seat, the flowers, where I sit, the acoustics, the presentation. Drove Steve crazy. Good food was it for him! For me, not so much. At some point, he would ask me before sitting down if the table were all right, or did I want to move. I have been known to leave a restaurant if I did not like where I was sitting. All he needed was good food. I know, I know. (sigh).

Nice is an entirely different story. I tried to change my table a couple of times and realized right away – don’t do that! I tried to sit at a booth upstairs at Boccaccio, a four-star Mediterranean restaurant, and got punished for the rest of the meal. Oops. Well…., the food was good, but my experience was not so hot. Now, I sit where they put me. Most of the time, I am lucky if I get a seat, especially if I have not made a reservation. I used to hate banquet seating. I feel like I am on a train or something, talking to the people on my right or my left. Here, most restaurants have banquet seating. Now, I love banquet seating (sigh). No problem with talking. Read my phone. I can’t understand what those people are saying anyway (even though I try while looking at my phone).

The best thing to order is the plat du jour (written in handwriting on a blackboard – sometimes out front). A friend here said to do that. Chefs (ALL ARE EXCELLENT!) prepare something special for that day. If I order off the menu, chances are that it will have been frozen. It is very important to eat fresh food. ???? Don’t ask. I now have a system. I check the blackboards – inside and out – before going into the restaurant. I ask for a “wipe” for my hands (don’t know what it is called in French) because a basket of delicious French bread is always a starter. I find a table outside. I even have an Italian cotton hat in my purse for those sunny tables. I don’t mind going alone anymore. No matter. I read my phone.

The food is good. The wine is excellent. The waiters are outstanding. What’s not to like?

The French love to dine. Time out for breakfast, morning coffee, two-hour lunch, afternoon Rosé, dinner. Why are they not all fat? Apparently, they know how to order. I don’t see a lot of hamburgers and French fries. Maybe there are fast food restaurants. Even MacDonald’s has a cappuccino machine.  

My favorite French breakfast is a fresh croissant (ordered before they give out), fresh-squeezed orange juice (available most places), and café Americain (4 sips instead of two). For lunch (available between 12:00 p.m – 2:00 p.m.), I usually go to one of my favorites – Di Piu, Boccaccio, Le Séjour Café, Le Bistro Gourmand, Pastry Plaisirs, Le Bistro d’Antoine, Bar des Oiseaux, Deli Bo, La Voglia, Peixes, Auberge de Theo, among others. Dinner is at home – a bottle of French Cabernet with a salad or fish or chicken. Soon, I plan to venture out for dinner, or early supper. Not yet.  Favorite photos from various restaurants – a lot of which are Michelin Restaurants.  Easy to do!  Hey, it’s France!!!

BEST JAY