I like that title for this series a little better.
It’s no secret that I’m a cheese-loving, baguette-chowing, Louvre-going, there’s-a-Parisian-calendar-on-my-office-wall-having Francophile. I have a board on Pinterest called something ridiculous like “The France of my Dreams,” and it’s full of darling photographs of lavender fields, flower markets, and cemetery sculptures. I’ll only watch House Hunters International if people are moving to France. I’ve also promised Margot a trip to Paris for her 16th birthday (and a pony) if she’ll only go to sleep. Sometimes I mean that.
One of our favorite places to sit outdoors, sip coffee, eat a fantastic brunch, and people watch is a little spot in Culver City called Cafe Laurent. It’s one of the more authentic French cafes I’ve been to in the states (not that I’m an expert), it’s affordable, and sometimes there’s live music on the patio (my favorite is the guy who plays standards on the accordion). If you’re lucky they’ll serve your bread with house-made jam. Oh, and the chocolate croissants are killer.