Picture it: Santa Monica, 2010.
I’ve just purchased my plane ticket for Paris. To celebrate, I go to my favourite place: the bookstore on Third Street Promenade. There I see a book on display. Lunch in Paris by Elizabeth Bard. I pick up the book, flip it over and read this on the back cover:
“In Paris for a weekend visit, Elizabeth Bard sat down to lunch with a handsome Frenchman — and never went home again.”
I carefully put the book back and walk away wondering if something like that could happen to me when I go to Paris.
And it did.
Six months later, seeped in a budding romance with the charmant Christophe, I bought Lunch in Paris. I used it more of a guidebook than memoir as I navigated my way through the market stalls of Paris. Best market day tip: Go to the vegetable booth with the longest line. So worth it. Infinitely better veggies.
Fast forward to January 2015. Calgary.
My beloved postman arrives at my door and rings the bell. I open the door and there he is with a book sized package FOR ME. And it’s her new book Picnic in Provence, the sequel to Lunch in Paris, for me to read, savour and enjoy. And to give a quote for her publicist if I like it, which I do.
So basically Elizabeth Bard and I are mystically tied.
Reading Picnic in Provence was like being transported to a kitchen table in the French countryside where the chef delights you with juicy stories about life in Provence.
And of course, I did wonder what happened to her life after Paris.
Because I’m wondering what will happen to my life after Paris. So far it’s consumed with missing French cheese.
But in her life after Paris she and her family moved to Provence and opened an ice cream shop!
This is her crazy cool life.
The book includes plenty of recipes I say I’ll do and then don’t because that’s how I roll and I’ve accepted this snag of self. But if you’re a recipe kind of person, you’ll delight in replicating the flavours of Provence.
The book came out today. As you likely know from all my badgering last year to pre-order Paris Letters, if you buy it today you help the author tremendously. Much more than buying it tomorrow or next week. Something about stats and Amazon and the machine behind the machine. So if you’re interested in reading about an ice-cream shop in Provence (who isn’t) then buy Picnic in Provence.
And to keep up with the life of the lovely Elizabeth Bard, visit her here.