Monday was a long day. It was made longer by a mix-up in scheduling. I left my house at 6.20am and I did not arrive back in Paris until after 7.30pm. During my trip home, it began to snow heavily and by the time I left the train it was quite cold and wet.
I scratched my original dinner plans in favor of something closer and stopped by the closest cafe. It turned out to be exactly what I needed. After a long and irritating day, I was reminded of why I love Paris and why I chose to live here and to embrace a long commute.
A little vin rouge, a bowl of hearty soup and the chance to watch Paris melt away in the snow were all I needed to shrug off my bad mood and remember why I moved here.
With my happiness restored, I was fully able to enjoy the chicken in a creamy morel sauce. Delish. Lest you think it was all fun and games, I did manage to knock out a chunk of homework during this debauchery. I think this might be the way to do it!