I don’t have to tell anyone that the food in France is phenomenal, but the quality and variety of ingredients make me wax poetic. I want to tell you all about each and every dish, but the details don’t really matter. What matters is how it affected Josephine and us.
In Houston, Josephine is quite adventurous, but there are very real limitations on what we can and do purchase. I can search all day for razor clams, but I’ll be lucky to find them – and if I do, they’ll be in a can. I can serve her exotic-ish cheeses from our best cheese shops, but I won’t get my hands on a real Comté. And in France, they just take the seasonality and variety for granted. Fascinated, we dove in headfirst, and we tried it all (okay, Josephine still said no to mushrooms and jam of any kind). So, I’m just going to share photos of what we ate, and if you have questions about where to eat, I can make a zillion suggestions.
