after my 4 hour walking tour on sunday, my body said "no more!" and it crashed into a dreadful sniffly ache-y state. but with a little cold-fx, oj, and my comfy bed. i became a new person. i got a new 'doo, a new apartment, new friends, and this new-found feeling of being fully satiated after a meal.
though these classics did the trick for a few hours...
chicken, mushroom, pesto galette (aka savory crepe)
soupe à l'oignon gratinée
the eureka moment came last night when i went to a highly recommended moroccan restaurant with a friend. tucked into a side street of the marais (obviously, i haven't had the desire to leave my neighborhood yet), is this vibrantly ethnic restaurant with decorative tea lights, communal tables, silk covered chairs, and tapestry-laden walls.
of course i tried not looking as a complete tourist with my broken french and my camera out, so i only got a quick shot of these delectable spiced chicken-stuffed filo pockets, with cilantro dipping sauce. this was followed by a steaming hot lamb tagine with artichokes and peas, with a side of couscous with a vegetable soup-like broth, and
un
verre du vin blanc. we were so perfectly full that we didn't even feel the need to gorge ourselves on the leftover couscous and the complementary moroccan bread basket.
last night i saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and i'm not going back to growling stomach pains.
bring it on paris.
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