Picnic dinner

Our condo in Chicago had a good-sized deck facing west.  The building is one of the taller ones in the neighborhood and we were on the top floor, so the view from the deck stretched across the city.  While I saw more sunsets than I would have liked from my office window instead of from our deck, we loved any chance we had to eat dinner outside while watching the sun go down.

When we were apartment hunting in Paris we hoped we would end up in a place with a little balcony, but were not lucky enough to find one.  Without a deck or balcony, we’ve tried using the city as our unofficial backyard by finding restaurants with outdoor seating, taking long walks, and having the occasional picnic.

J wanted to try to fit in at least one more picnic before the weather cools down, so I met him on the Pont des Arts one evening this week.  We sat on the bridge and had a simple dinner of fresh strawberries, some baguette from our favorite bakery, white wine and a lentil salad with goat cheese and walnuts.  

All over the bridge there were people out for a walk and having picnics.  As we ate, the sun dipped lower in the sky and bathed the scene with a rosy glow.  It was not the same as our dinners on the deck in Chicago, but was just as fun.