so many weeks later...

so many visitors later...

soooo many savory meals later. 

It all makes it so damn difficult to keep up with myself. And That is a hopelessly-me thing, nothing more, nothing less. 

One of my new favorites, Chez Janou...  cutesy cafe meets bustling bistro. Colorful. Loud. Warm & welcoming. A daffy bar tender who throws delicious, garlic-infused olives down on the counter before you have the opportunity to say 'no' to the 45 minute wait. (reservations are wise).

And, so many glasses of wine later, i remember at least this much. Every bite conjures images of a cherubic, Provencal, grandmother... apron and all. 

Heavy, but oh-so-worth it... Heavy, but you mustn't leave without ordering a fresh scoop of their homemade chocolate mousse... Heavy, perhaps, and yet every swallow feels supernaturally light.