I Want to “Go With Oh” to Paris

Cross your fingers kids, I am using this post to enter a contest for a month in Paris, holla! Go With Oh is offering an opportunity for travel bloggers AND their readers to get some sweet, sweet prizes like an iPhone, iPad and hotel voucher in their Facebook contest, so as my 9th grade French textbook said, On y va!

If you’ve never read My Life in France you should, like right now. Go to your library, get the book, read it and come back and finish this post. I’ll wait.

Hey, welcome back.

Where were we, right My Life in France, basically it an auto-biography of sorts, written by famed chef Julia Child and her grand-nephew Alex Prud’homme about, you guessed it, her life in France.

Julia Child loved few things more than Paris, she lived there for years while her husband, Paul, was in what is now considered the Foreign Service. If you have seen the movie Julie & Julia then you get the gist.

What I want is to see Paris through her eyes, not as a foodie, but for the pure joy of the experience that is truly unique to Paris.


“How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex?”
― Julia Child

My favorite thing about Julia Child is that she did not care about low carbs or low fat, she loved butter, like LOVED butter, and bread, and red meat. And what better place to celebrate butter and bread than Paris?

Ah, Paris, the City of Lights, more importantly for me, the City of Bread.

That’s right, screw my paleo diet, when I’m in Paris, I will use a delicious warm and crusty hand baked baguette to smack Grok upside the head. Sorry dude, I choose carbs.


“The sweetness and generosity and politeness and gentleness and humanity of the French had shown me how lovely life can be if one takes time to be friendly.”
― Julia Child

In the book, you never read about Julia Child talking about how she spent time visiting the Eiffel Tour, or Notre Dame Cathedral, instead she explores restaurants, cafes and open markets.

And why wouldn’t she? Paris has some of the most incredible cafes and markets in the world, where you can, shock, actually interact with French people. I would spend hours, literally hours, people watching, sipping a cafe (bread on the side of course), and taking in the French life. No laptop, no iPad, no “what’s the wifi password here?”


“You never forget a beautiful thing that you have made,’ [Chef Bugnard] said. ‘Even after you eat it, it stays with you – always.”
― Julia Child

For Julia Child, the French culture began and ended with food. So, obviously, she had to take cooking lessons to really experience life. And so off to Le Cordon Bleu.

What could be more incredible than taking cooking lessons than at THE Cordon Blue in PARIS. Um hello bucket list. This is where cuisine starts, from the simplest scrambling of an egg, to the most complex dish, classically trained means French.

 

 

So that’s it, no tourist attractions, no standing in line, hey I might even have to use that rusty old French I had taken in high school. What my dream would be is to experience the life that Julia Child lived in France.


“Bon A Petiet”
-Julia Child

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