Yesterday we made macaronnes
-- the delicious little cookies infamously adored by Marie Antoinette -- from
scratch. It was one of the many excursions offered to us through the Reid Hall
program. Along with the tours of Pigalle, l’Hotel de Ville and Giverny, I have
to say that I am pretty satisfied with the available cultural activities here.
The baking class was held at l’Ecole de Patisserie de Paris,
a culinary school. After getting a demonstration from our (very patient)
teacher, we sifted pulverized almonds and beat egg whites until our hands were
sticky and our efforts resembled something like a macaronne. The recipe was surprisingly easy to follow. And man, oh
man, were they delicious. I ate five for my lunch. Hopefully I’ll have the diligence to make these when
I come home…
After class yesterday I went back to the Musée d’Orsay to
see the Post-Impressionists. I then painted until dinnertime and slept like a
log (as I plan to do tonight). I’ll post pictures of my paintings later, I
promise.
Today I walked to school, walked to Montmartre, ate a crepe and listened to a violin player on the steps by the Sacre Coeur. Then I walked back home and crashed.
Today I walked to school, walked to Montmartre, ate a crepe and listened to a violin player on the steps by the Sacre Coeur. Then I walked back home and crashed.
I have so much to say, my head is swimming with
observations, but if I try to articulate my thoughts right now I don’t feel
like I’ll do them justice.
A bien tôt,
-A
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