"The Chicago."

Strolling through the marché sure can make a shopping girl hungry. I spent the afternoon with my sweeter-than-Provençal-honey friends, Laura and J'aime (="I love... ," or, our nickname for Jamie) looking through the neverending number of clothing, pottery, soap, herb, trinket, memorbilia, and fruit/veggie/fish/cheese/meat stands at the Place de Precheurs and the Cours Mirabeau.

J'aime and Laura in front of La Rotonde

Being a tourist in my own city–pictured with my new scarf!

For lunch, we went to "Bagel Story" (English-named stores here crack me up) and were not disappointed. The shop featured bagels named after the best American cities. I, of course, could not pass up "The Chicago," which was basically a cesar salad on a bagel. Chicken, parmesan cheese, lettuce, and either a cesar/horseradish sauce, too. If anyone has ever eaten a bagel exactly like this in Chicago, please let me know, for now, I think that the French must associate my city with a cesar Salad... It was SO GOOD to eat a bagel, definitely just one of the ways we reminisce about America. Because, as awesome as Aix is, there are so many people and things we miss from home, and it's impossible to forget about how great they are.


From top to bottom, The New York, Onion bagel w/ beurre, and The Chicago bagels.

I will continue to take pics of my best meals I encounter (there are many) because, honestly, as much as it may seem like my way of making you all jealous at home, I'm snapping the shots because food that darn good deserves to be photographed.

Biz & à tout!

C