As a domiciled American, the food here in America has become the standard expectation of what a diet should consist of. All signs of deceit being served on our plates have been ignored and consumed, even with the extremely high prevelance of high cholesterol, cardiovascular disease, diabetes, obesity, and the list of fatalities goes on and on.
{ On a personal note, anyone who has a close relationship with me can tell when I’ve been indulging in death on a platter because my cheeks instantly plump like a chipmunk and I lose my contoured face after just a few greasy meals which I’m obviously allergic to, but are sometimes very hard to avoid; based on what’s available and time constraints during the day. }
During my trip to Paris in July, I was ASTONISHED by the food. To say the least, when I was in a hurry to quickly eat something before a boat ride along the Seine River, I had the most amazing sandwich you could ever dream of from a basic food cart. It was like food for the soul; the bread was heavenly and the cheese was tres frais, and the serving size { at all restaurants I dined in } doesn’t leave you feeling like an overstuffed piglet.
{ Boat ride along Seine River w/ a face as illuminated as the Eiffel Tower at night }
{ The week spent in Paris was, let’s just say, a very candid one; starting from the Thursday evening I decided to book my flight and take the trip two days later on Saturday. Everyday I woke up in this foreign yet familiar place and went on whatever adventure my little heart desired, without any itinerary to follow. Maybe it was somewhat familiar because I’ve been domiciled in the wrong location & eating the wrong food my entire life? Whomever knows… }
One day, I left my posh boutique hotel and asked the driver to take me to the Louvre Museum. When I got there, I attempted to take one of those pics that tourists take by putting your pointer finger and thumb fingers up from a distance and appearing to grab the very top of the Louvre, I didn’t quite get it, but I also didn’t try too hard. I was hungry with better things to do in mind, such as eating at a fine-dining restaurant so I can experience heaven on Earth once again during my week in Paris.
{Attempts at the cheesy-touristy pics as aforementioned; a failed attempt and a near-missed attempt }
I walked a few steps to Café Marly @ Palais Du Louvre { in an exceptional setting with a view of the entire Louvre Museum }, and that’s when the unthinkable happened, the Angels from above whispered into my mouth rather than my ears:
Appetizers usually ruin my appetite for the main course, so I skipped that. For the main course, I had Grilled Sea Bass { with lemon butter *standardly* served on the side, rather than sautéed with the fish which would be the American way }. The sea bass was like such a breath of fresh air after adapting to ingesting pollution for years and years; furthermore, the mashed potatoes were whipped into a small magical portion of “Wow!” After the main course, I was elated by the feeling of not being too full to look at the dessert menu. I was in a state of satiety and ready for something refreshing & sweet to complement the first part of lunch. I ordered a “fresh fruit salad,” and the variety of fruits that came with the order was so exhilarating; there were so many different flavors and rarities mixed together, unlike any bland fruit salad I’ve been served before. This was my first time eating the fruit behind my favorite artificially flavored { insert name }; I had a taste of REAL passion fruit.
Next, I went into the Louvre Museum to spend the rest of the afternoon appreciating the amazing, historic art, paintings, & sculptures there. And would you believe it was while I was exploring the gigantic palace-like museum that I discovered the Mona Lisa was right there! And that’s what “Living Candidly” is all about baby!
And there you have it, a glimpse into a candid afternoon in Paris. There’s never a dull moment when you adventure into the unknown; the possibilities are endless!
{Titled in July; posted in October}

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