...or desk travel, as the case may be. (If you're reading this at work, I won't tell. Hell, I'm writing this at work.) I couldn't resist the urge to share with you the beautiful prose today of Francis Lam, one of my favorite writers on Salon.com. He's traveling around Paris, eating his way through the city, and his post today is pure poetry. A little sample of his words:
"MasMoudi is fascinating, a shop on the chic Boulevard Saint-Germain that looks like a fancy jeweler, selling instead gemlike Middle Eastern sweets in a room so intensely, gorgeously blue you'll feel like you're fever-dreaming on a raft in the Mediterranean. Skip the baklava and pay attention to the phenomenally meticulous quarter-size pistachio and pine nut confections, made with the crispest, lightest phyllo dough, rich nut bases, fragrant floral essences and stunningly arranged as if flower buds themselves."
Even if you have no desire at all to ever visit Paris, the sheer experience of reading his description of shopping for a picnic is heavenly. Enjoy.
(UPDATE: If you too were watching Top Chef Masters, you might want to check out Eater.com's exit interviews with all the contestants.)
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