Bievenue Laurence!

It’s a taste of another world. A world I covet.

Laurence came to Boston, and I was overwhelmed with excitement. She is a gracious, witty and beautiful woman, and she takes such care of me when I’m in Paris… even whey I’m my immature and spastic self and break her door-lock trying to open it with the wrong key. (Oops?)

So naturally, when I heard she was coming, I tried my best to repay her for years of hospitatliy. And she’s family. That’s what you do: take care of family. I don’t think I was successful in doing much, but she brought a taste of France to thank me – a beautiful cookbook filled with photographs and recipes (in French -- uh oh…) from the best chefs de Paris.

I met her for drinks tonight. Her humor is a warm blanket, her bright eyes always welcoming. And the sound of a French accent always makes me smile. I adore Laurence. And I’m quite fond of her daughter, Sarah. I love spending time with her siblings Ludo & Sylvia; they are wonderful, kind people, too. It just blows me away how luck I am. In France and America, from Cape Cod to California, on both sides of the tree, I have a really wonderful family.