More than anything I’m a summer’s child. Having been born in summer might have something to do with it, or the fact that summer has always been – and still is – the most joyful period of the year for me. But alas, all things come to an end. The good ones seem to end even faster and all of a sudden I can feel the days are starting to change. I can feel the longer shadows and chiller nights of late August, then September. I can feel the sun rays getting weaker with every passing day and before long autumn has arrived, making piles of dry leaves at the doorstep.Read More
Going home for summer is something I’m waiting eagerly during the whole year. Home for me has two parts, one is the place I was born and spent the first 25 years of my life, and the other is my the place of birth of my grandmother, the small village on an island on the coast, where my roots have grown deeper than I expected them to grow. Read More
Ever since I came to Paris, there is one particular place which I visit more than often. The small island in the heart of Paris, so close to the bustling centre of the city – Ile St.Louis. There is something enchanting about this place and its tiny streets and long quays, tall buildings with old inscriptions and wooden doors in all colours and sizes. Read More
Every spring, two plants dominate the table on the Dalmatian coast : artichoke and wild asparagus. On the coast the wild asparagus grows on the fields with high grass and bushes, and its skinny spears can be difficult to find if you don’t know where to look for. Read More
Early evening and my grandmother is cutting slices of an old bread. She beats the eggs in an old enamel plate and soaks the bread into the mixture. The generous slices are fried to a delicious orange crust and topped with cheese when still hot. The kitchen smells wonderfully and the child at the table is waiting eagerly. Read More
For some time now I’ve been trying to completely reduce meat from my nutrition. I won’t say I have become a full vegetarian because I love fish and I will also not say no to a piece of meat in a good restaurant from time to time. But I’ve never been a great meat eater and the fact my mother is a pescetarian (no meat but eats fish) accustomed me to eat more than satisfying vegetable based lunches since childhood. Read More
Parisian gastronomical food scene has changed tremendously in recent years. Healthy food joints, small restaurants with vegetarian and gluten free menus, detox counters and porridge bars slowly invade the town. We can argue whether it is only a trend or it is a sign people’s consciousness slowly changing to better, whatever the reason, it is doing good to the city.
One of the gems between this new movement is Le Tricyle. It’s located, conveniently, at the Paradise street, rue de Paradis, on number 51. Le Tricycle, what unusual name for a restaurant. And as all good things have a story, so does the one about Le Tricycle. Read More