It snuck in so quietly that I didn’t realize it had arrived until it was already here. Summer, I mean. And while Paris’s recent cool temperatures don’t necessarily scream seasonal, the produce doesn’t lie: the market is full of early summer fruit, and by that I mean cherries. The best ones are dark and firm, and eaten on the sly, stolen from a bowl in the communal kitchen at the office. Shhh!
Perhaps an early onset of summer dog days contributed to a recent incident involving my friend G. and his car. On the cusp of leaving Paris, G. decided to sell his vehicle; he placed an ad which garnered some interest and was feeling quite positive about an impending sale… Until he answered a phone call from his wife…
It turns out a 160 lb Rottweiler had escaped from the window of a chambre de bonne, one of those attic rooms that used to house maids but are now mostly studio apartments. Frightened, the dog ran wildly along the roof until it lost its footing and plummeted seven stories — landing right on the hood of G’s car. The dog? Sadly, dead. The car? Also, dead. Sad. Poor dog. (Although, what were its owners thinking? It could have killed someone!) Also, poor G., who essentially lost his car (when we last spoke it was unclear whether or not his insurance would cover the damage).
The moral of the story? I’m not sure. Don’t let your 160 lb dog escape from a window? Don’t park your car under the windows of a chambre de bonne?
Anyway…. Back in the market, there’s other, determined, early summer produce on offer. Like these leafy lettuces, which just cry out for vinaigrette, don’t you think?
Mountains of luscious cherries — I think the best ones come from Provence (where I will be in just a few weeks!).
I thought carrots were a winter crop — turns out the tender, sweet baby ones appear in the spring, usually April, but perhaps our northern growing season means June?