Ets Legeron + Boudin Blanc

 Come for a walk with me.

To La Maison Legeron.

On rue des Petits Champs.

No. 20.

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.

Unsupervised.

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.

 Stay accessorised.

Mind your waistlines.