Down The Rabbit Hole

The stairs that lead from our backyard down into the village of St. Paul de Vence.

Hawk and Lawrence walking down into the village for breakfast.

View back up the hill from halfway down.

Jeremy at breakfast

Lawrence at breakfast

We had a lovely mellow day yesterday, going into Nice for lunch, and then a wonderful dinner at the Colombe D’Or, a very well known restaurant here in St. Paul. It was Danielle’s birthday, so we did it up right. A big table in front of a roaring fireplace, three bottles of the most delicious Sancerre blanc I’ve ever had. I had shrimp cocktail for a starter and Sole Grille Dijonnaise. Louise ordered the crudités for a starter and they brought her an enormous basket of vegetables straight from the garden - radishes, green peppers, celery, even artichokes (which the maitre’d cut up for us when we asked him how to eat a raw artichoke, apparently you just strip it down to the heart, which, even when raw, is still tender and delicious. I said that it tasted like a garden.) Most everyone had fish, but Nick’s friend Nick had rabbit with red wine and blood sauce. I had a bite and it was one of the most fabulous things I’ve ever tasted - so rich and savory. For dessert, Hawk and I split the Ganache de Chocolat and it was yummy. Danielle had the fluffiest Grand Marnier soufflé ever.