“The oblong tower of the church, with its wrought-iron steeple, caught the last reflections of the sun against the hills. This is what a cinematographer would call the golden hour, the glowing time just after the sun sinks below the… — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“No better way to avoid making a decision than burying yourself in a big fat book.” (p. 105).” — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“Berthillon's ice cream is dense and creamy--- served, in keeping with French rules of moderation, in golf-ball-size scoops. You have to be a real purist to order a simple (pronounced samp- le"). I usually ordered a double ( doob -le"). Menthe (fresh mint), Créole (rum raisin), and nougat-miel (honey-nougat) are at the top of my list. But as good as… — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share
“A French portion is half of an American portion, and a French meal takes twice as long to eat. You do the math.” — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“The description is a good one--- saffron's reddish-golden glow is very much my idea of sunshine in a bottle. Good saffron is sweet and… — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“In Paris the past is always with you: you look at it, walk over it, sit on it.” — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“That's the real reason why French women don't get fat: every day they make "petites" decisions that keep the larger weight loss struggle from… — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“Mostly I’m a thinker, a worrier … it’s not that there’s no free spirit in me. But it’s a free spirit with a five-year… — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“If "Sex and the City" taught us anything, it's that Paris is the only city in the world that New Yorkers actually fantasize about.” — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“The woman's face was like a stone tablet, as if the president of the chess club had wandered over to the Goth corner of… — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“They weren't tears of sadness or even tears of joy. I was just overflowing. Like so many things since I'd been here, I didn't… — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
“My inner control freak had taken the day off... I had descended from the mountain of the perfect, into the valley of the possible,… — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
