Figs galore

We've been back for a week and a day. We had a great holiday but I will blog about it later since I haven't yet collected my thoughts or organised my photos.

I will mention figs though! I love fresh figs and in Montenegro we are lucky enough to have five fig trees in the garden, all of which provide generously.
It is a standing joke (one of those jokes that turns out to be true time and time again) that if I can't be found you have to look for me in or under the fig trees. My only complaint is that I can no longer buy fresh figs in France because they are dry and pale in comparison. My last action this year before jumping into the car that was taking us to the port on the first stage of our journey home was to pick and eat a fig.

We now jump forward to this Wednesday... when I and the kids spent the day in Paris. I wanted to have a lunch of Falafel in the Marais and to get there from the bus, we walked down Rue du Figuier. Little did I imagine that there would actually be a fig tree on Fig Tree Street (duh) and that said fig tree would have acessible and ripe figs waiting for someone like me to come along.
And along I came!
My daughter was just as delighted as I since she is already very good at empathising and not only knows my penchant for this fruit but actively reinforces it by being an excellent fig-spotter, a fearless fig procurer - braving heights, thorns, wasps, you name it - but most importantly by not actually liking figs herself!!

Anyway... I'll cut to the chase, I picked a fig, in Paris, it was ripe and beautiful and quite tasty.
I know I probably shouldn't have eaten this Parisian fig, polluted as it surely was, but.

I may or may not have had a slight fig-induced tummy ache shortly afterwards.

And don't you think that the following image (from a door in the Marais, next photo on the memory card) perfectly represents a mythical, fig-induced-tummy-ache sufferer? Doesn't the hair look like the inside of a fig? Wonderful! And I only just noticed now.
Right I must stop this pointless story now. I have lunch and a French translation to prepare (in that order). I will just say that I intend to blog regularly again and that I am hoping to get some creative somethings done soon because it's been a while and I miss it!!

Hope you are all well.

Oh là!!! Si vous étiez en attente du français je vous demande pardon! Evidemment la vie a pris le dessus. Je pense que vous aurez compris l'essentiel du message de toute façon et pour vérifer voilà un petit résumé:
1) J'adore les figues fraiches (et j'en mange à go-go au Montenegro où nous avons cinq figuiers),
2) J'ai trouvé un figuier à Paris dans la Rue... du Figuier. Et oui, j'en étais surprise en plus!
3) Il y avait de belles figues fraiches auxquelles je n'ai pas su résister!
4) OK il est peut être déconseillé de manger des figues Parisiennes, aussi polluées soient-elles, mais je ne regrette rien.
5) En bonus... une porte dans Marais qui dépicte vraiment très exactement la sensation d'avoir mangé une figue polluée. (Regardez-moi comment les cheveux resemblent aux intestins de figue - génial non?).