Love, love, loved my birthday dinner at Yves Camdeborde’s Le Comptoir. Absolutely fabulous. A bottle of champagne from the chef (which Jerry got to drink).   Dessert was the only discordant note. The chocolate ice cream with piment d’esplette (spicy!) was good but not the clementine soup it was floating in. Boo. And mango caramels…

Last night’s blogging experience was so grueling (thank you, Typepad) that I hesitate to try again. At any rate, I’ll keep it short. Great day, perfect weather, fab breakfast, a little shopping ( and a gorgeous new dress to wear to dinner tomorrow), a long trek to a Parisian rock shop and some fun finds,…

There are places I remember and ache to go back to when I am not there. Paris is one of them. With a 60th birthday approaching in a couple of days, there is no where I’d rather be. I’ve tried to write before about what it is that makes Paris capture this New York girl’s…