There’s something glorious about Sundays in Paris…

I think it’s because the French really know how to relax.  Here, Sundays are a day of rest: a day to catch up with friends, spend time with family, and generally enjoy yourself.  Most stores are closed so you can’t run errands.  But you can put on your sneakers and run along the Seine (which is closed to cars every Sunday.)

After a nice jog, what better way than to spend the afternoon at a cafe…

Eating cheese, drinking a beer and catching up with a friend.  I think I’m definitely getting the hang of carefree Sundays…

Last Sunday, when Mom and Ginny were in town, we celebrated an early Mother’s Day at Le Ritz (http://www.ritzparis.com/).  Le brunch was fantastique.  Spending the morning (and afternoon) eating a delicious meal, in a gorgeous room, while listening to piano music was, as Ginny called it, “heaven.”

Sundays are so celebrated in France that there’s even a restaurant called “Un Dimanche a Paris” (http://www.un-dimanche-a-paris.com/).  Everything on the menu has a taste of chocolat (their specialty).  As you can imagine, this was another little piece of heaven. So we toasted with champagne and ordered every dessert on the menu.  What better way to celebrate Sundays in Paris… on a Thursday.

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