Making Our Way Back Home

Sunday morning was a mad dash to pack and get out of the house as soon as possible, so we wouldn't miss our train back to Paris.  Everyone very kindly got up (imagine the hangovers! actually I think a lot of people were still tipsy) to see us off.  It was a sad, but lovely picture of them as we left...

We made our way to Paris and settled into our hotel.  Then we went off to my friend Jill's for one last humongous meal.  And what a spread!  Jill made sure I kept up with my daily foie gras (and then some!) and made a delicious meal....

We were watched the whole time by vicious, snack-eating dogs...

We started with whole foie gras terrine...

By the end of it, I was cutting the bread in miniscule slivers, as we had determined it was wasting space in my stomach and was really only serving as a vehicle to transport the foie gras from the serving dish into my mouth...

then some langoustines

and some more foie gras...

and then some duck, with some lovely vegetables en cocottes...

I couldn't lift the camera to take a photo of dessert, which was tarte au poires with caramel praline ice cream.
And now I've brought home a French Roll.  Around my middle.