For the next 24 hours or so, I'll be inching my way closer to Nice, France (via Chicago and Frankfurt). I can't wait to write (and share photos!) when I finally arrive--but keep an eye on my Twitter for updates from the road. Or airport....
When I think of markets in Paris, I generally envision fresh fruits, huge rolls of cheese, pastries still warm to the touch. Maybe a few dead chickens hanging in the butcher's stand.
Birds usually don't cross my mind.
However, on my last trip...
Apparently real men don't eat quiche. Typical.
I feel like quiche is completely misunderstood by Americans. We assume that because it's French (fun fact: it actually originated in Germany), it must be snooty, difficult to cook or not enough to...