Cémeux chocolate/orange, sablé cacao, sorbet safran/orange. Semilla, 54 Rue de Seine, Paris

Wednesday was the UN’s International Day of Happiness and France’s National Macaron Day. I defy anyone to nosh on macarons, pull up Pharrell William’s Happy on their iPod and not bust a sugar-high move or two. Joy always transcends embarrassing one’s self.

I took a French Cheese and Wine Class offered by Paris by Mouth and taught by the masterful cheese connoisseur, Jennifer Greco.

I’m an Iowa girl. Seeing the Midwest under water is heart-breaking. Colorado has experienced over 3,000 avalanches this winter. Uncertainty reigns everywhere. So where’s the happy dance in all that?

Salade Asiatique, Crostini de Pain au Curcuma (Prawns, coriander, bean sprouts, peanuts, mangoes, rice vermicelli, sweet and sour lemon vinaigrette with crostini bread with tumeric. )  Eric Kayser, 85 Blvd. Malesherbes, Paris. Eric, an artisan boulanger, is recognized as one of France’s premier bakers.

Here’s my answer. While it’s essential to be Present, caring for what you can control, let’s agree to all needing a daily dose of Joy Juice. To laugh. To smile. “The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.”

While I wasn’t planning to be in this skirmish when the Gilet Jaunes (yellow vests) crossed Pont Neuf on their way to the Champs Élysées, I was. I stepped behind this group of police – they knew I was there – and waited until the marchers passed by.

Celebrating. That’s Oprah. She also suggests moving out of your comfort zone. Well, Ms. O., D-O-N-E. At times this winter, I’ve been wobbly, feeling a bubble off, maybe. But here’s what I tell myself. Feeling awkward or uncomfortable? Get over it. No one else is paying attention to that. If my self esteem takes a hit, shake it off. Recently I received an e-mail from Emma, my 16-year old granddaughter, that began, “OMG, Grandma, you’re such a Rebel.” I don’t need Joy Juice or Oprah, I have Emma!

Eight years ago I joined French Fridays with Dorie, an international food blogging group that cooked together virtually every week. It was serendipity that four of us were all in Paris last week: Mardi Michaels (far left) my cooking colleague and cookbook author who lives in Toronto; Patty Price, (far right) lives in San Francisco; Dorie, our generous mentor, and her husband Michael have an apartment in Paris. The four of us had dinner at Semilla, a popular restaurant in the 6th arrondissement.

If you’re interested in learning about this Rebel’s stellar Paris itinerary the past two weeks…..

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Considered the best tasting cinnamon rolls in Paris right now, one morning Patty Price and I were at Circus Bakery to grab the first darlin’s taken out of the oven. Early AM. Rainy and Cold. Thirty-minute Walk. Goal Accomplished and well worth it. Circus Bakery, 63 Rue Galande, 75005 Paris

Last winter I scheduled guided Paris Walks. This year I walked Paris. I’ve tasted and rubbernecked my way through this vibrant city. Hopefully the walking will lessen the consequences of my don’t-hold-back eating.

FONDATION LOUIS VUITTON – I climbed to the top of Frank Gehry’s architectual wonder to have a spectacular view of Paris.
In addition to the Courtauld Collection at Fondation LV, I also saw Yakoi Kusama’s Infinity Mirror Room.

If there’s a crowded street food line, I’ve joined it. Today it was Lebanese. Being clueless, I muttered “Je ne sais rien,”

“Knowing nothing” earned me a comrade-in-line who planned my order. When I stepped up to the counter, the owner smiled, saying in perfect English, “We will get you all fixed up.” (And he did, with Shawarma au bœuf libanais.)

The Fondation’s dining room is well-worth a visit. Sitting under a Gehry designed school of suspended fish, I had their luncheon special which was Poached egg, mushrooms and celery/Beetroots’ tartar, mimosa style/Bio quinoa, crispy fennel and Mushrooms’ volouté, cocoa nibs. It was all kinds of delicious. Dessert, a lemon tart.

Without today’s technology my trip couldn’t happen. I use my iPhone for travel itineraries and check-ins, museum tickets, walking maps and photographs. It’s my security blanket. It’s also a link to the life I live. I’m never lonely because I’m not alone. There’s a steady flow of texts and e-mails from friends and my Gant and Cali families.

Clara began high jumping late last Spring 2018. She is now a sophomore. She is very good.

The best tech magic, however, was last week when Clara, a sophomore, competed in a southern Cali track invitational 200 miles from Bishop. Her sister Emma texted this picture to Melissa. Within the hour, that text landed in Paris followed shortly by Clara’s text saying she’d jumped her personal best, winning second place. That was the same day I saw Van Gogh’s “Self Portrait with a Bandaged Ear” (which came in second place to Clara’s second place). Life does not get better.

Saint Chapelle

I’ve settled into a comfortable rhythm visiting museums, churches and sites. At Fondation Louis Vuitton, I wandered through English industrialist Samuel Courtauld’s collection of impressionist painters…twice. I watched an amazing 30-minute light/musical immersion of Van Gogh’s paintings at the Atelier des Lumières. The Petit Palais didn’t disappoint nor did Musée Cernuschi which has a remarkable Asian art collection.

Chou-fleur (cauliflower) grillé, pulpe et raisins marinés, câpres croustillantes. Semilla

One afternoon I stopped by the Panthéon to honor the greats buried in its necropolis. I had a list and found them all – Jean Moulin, the Curie’s, Louis Braille and also Voltaire, Rousseau, Hugo, Zola, Descartes and Dumas. It felt good to do that.

The Umbrella Sky Project is brightening up the Paris skyline this spring. Eight hundred blue, pink, yellow and green are hanging out at Le Village Royal, 25 Rue Royale, 75008 Paris.

Although there’s still much to do this week, I’ll soon fly home and will be very happy to be in Aspen.