Home sweet home. The first of May is Labor Day in France, but somehow, my first Saturday morning back in Paris is feeling minimally laborious. Coffee in the sun, then to the market to buy Augustin his first muget - the lily of the valley that the French give for good luck. 
Spring has officially sprung. You'll excuse me, I must go shell some peas...I bought dorade for dinner - I'm thinking a sauce minute of cherry tomatoes, lardons, fresh peas and coriander...
