French Bistro Style

What I thought was a bad cold is the flu instead.  Aches, pains, scratchy throat

and fever.  Yes it's the flu.  

I am tired of watching TV and don't want to read, so I am day dreaming a

bit of a Paris Cafe.  Care to join me in my fantasy?

We will pretend it is a lovely spring day in Paris and after a full day of browsing through

the Paris flea markets (notice I said browsing, in this economy that's all I can afford

to do in Paris ~ even in a day dream).  As I was saying, after hunting through the

flea market stalls and wishing we could ship everything home, we will stop for

lunch at a Paris cafe.

French tunes in the air. Lets chose a bottle of wine and relax while we decide what

to order.  Do you see that fabulous outfit the young Parisian woman at the table next
to us is wearing?  They do know how to accessorize don't they?

The chef is inside his kitchen creating delicious entrees in his copper pots.

Lovely white ramekins and ...

beautiful fresh flowers from a nearby flower cart grace the table.

Now wasn't that fun?

Before I climb back into bed with some aspirin and yet another cup of 

hot tea, lets go visit ~

Blue Monday

Table Top Tuesday
Nifty Thrifty Tuesday

and

 Wow Us Wednesday
and
Centerpiece Wednesday

Bentley ~ are you getting bored?  This is not much fun is it?

Hugs,

Susan and Bentley