Immersing myself in a French language environment normally yields some new vocabulary or delightful phrases, and my recent trip to Paris was no exception.
I love poppies, they’re among my favourite flowers and one of the only reasons I want a garden. My first introduction to le coquelicot was at Coquelicot, a lovely bakery on Rue des Abbesses right around the corner from my hotel. Paintings of poppy-filled fields in the French countryside covered the walls and table tops, and and they serve a delicious croissant and café au lait.
Once I learned the word coquelicot, I couldn’t get away from it. Among the spring flowers of every colour on the Promenade Plantée:
I never expected to eat des coquelicots, but then I found them in tasty macaron form over at Gerard Mulot:
The experience was rounded out with this beautiful enamel poppy necklace found (and bought!) across the street from my hotel at Sof’kipeut in Montmartre:
Back home in time for spring in Nova Scotia, it’s just a matter of weeks before I get to see even more coquelicots when the flowers start blooming in Halifax’s Public Gardens, my current garden. Happy spring!
24, rue des Abbesses
6, rue de la Mule (in the Marais, plus other locations)
29, rue Véron