I got an early gift on Christmas Eve Eve this year.  Le Parisien is in town for the holidays, and dropped in last night for a little je ne sais quoi, if you know what I mean.  We picked up a six pack, built a fire.  It was my first in the new place, so I figured I should document it for posterity...


A six pack, a fire and someone to cuddle up with in front of it.  Isn't that from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam?  Hit the spot anyway.

We went to Flour on Washington Street for coffee and pastries this morning.  That's a little gem, huh?  I had never been there myself, although the South End Knitters apparently have (I'll snap a pic next time I'm in the neighborhood).  They had every flavor of boy behind the counter you can imagine.  And the pastries aren't bad, either.

Before we got to Flour we witnessed a site that whetted our appetites.  A hawk — a young one by the looks of him — devouring a pigeon on the sidewalk by Fensgate...


I think it's a good sign for the new year.  So long as I'm not the pigeon.