When I saw the envelope on top of the shoe rack, I knew it was the tickets. They brought a smile to my face when I thought about the lovely violet fields of lavender, excellent pâtés of rabbit, saucissons spotted with peppercorns, marinated wild mushrooms, intoxicating aroma from freshly baked crusty loaves wafting through the air, ruby red rosé, and the irresistable crimson elixir of Châteauneuf du Pape.
Not to mention the possible stop at Pierre Hermé en route. Heavenly macarons, wonderful (and affordable) bubblies, and a leisure afternoon by the Seine River.
Have I told you about the pastis yet? Ohh la la 
