Come for a walk with me.
To La Maison Legeron.
On rue des Petits Champs.
Just up an alley.
The last hand-made fleur atelier in Paris.
Push the button go up to level 2.
Then ring the bell.
Mr Fascinata had to forge the way; because frankly, I was prepared to give up when I didn't
see the front window display.
We received the loveliest attention from Monsieur Legeron.
A third-generation artisan.
This is not the workroom. But, just a bit of frippery in the reception area.
Didn't get to see the workroom, but still the same I was
in Wonderland. Thank you, Alice.
There's big drawers to search through if you want to buy a fleur.
Dream a little.
Make a purchase if you live in the Antipodeans, because Monsieur Legeron
will give you a fair deal before Lacroix, Valentino or Gucci gets their paws on the frippery.
I came away with four, thinking I had budgeted for one.
Thank you, Gorgeous.
Here's one camellia, juxtaposed against a wall with a bit of random graffiti.
What a match.
I've made boudin blanc for Happy Hour, place on a tapenade, on a bit of semi-stale bread (although, toasted).
Hello, there's only so much bread someone can eat.
Mind your waistlines.