We are about to start working on the Winter issue, but before that, I had to go on a short holiday in Italy to recharge my batteries. Como was beautiful as always. I highly recommend to order pizza in any of the restaurants, because it is the best I ever had. I prefer Margeritha, nothing fancy, but they make it so good that it tastes better than a seven course meal. This time I also visited the city of Novara on a market day. It was fun walking between the stands, sniffing cheese, nibbling a piece of ham and just listening to the crowed. I am back, full with energy and ready to get back to work. I can promise you now, that the Winter issue will be breathtaking.
Isabella is probably the youngest and cutest fan of The Spoon. She mostly enjoys the animated photos and the beautiful music on the cover. She could watch it over and over and over again with a happy grin on her face.
I wish I could go back in time. Do you also have the urge to leave this time behind and take a tour in an other place at another time? I wish I could go back to the first half of 1900 in Paris. Those decadent years seem to be the most charming to me. Just think about all the great artists, Zola, Manet, Degas, those Ballerinas, the cabarets, the patisseries and anyway do you really need and explanation why Paris at all? The city has its way to make you fell in love with her.
It must have been a reason that secretly led me to the idea of the Bistro series. If I do not have the possibility to travel back in time, I must bring Paris here to you, dusting off the pictures and putting a new sheen on them. The French Cafés’ seem to have an incomparable appeal to me. And Voilà, here it is, the Bistro in my translation, one of my favorite story from the Fall issue. All you need is to take a seat in the virtual Bistro and enjoy. Ca va?
By the way, did you all know that the word Bistro was found in Paris or so they say? What a surprise! It is an urban legend, that the word comes from the Russian bystro, which means quickly. In 1814 Paris was occupied by the Russians and officers who wanted to be served quickly in restaurants would shout “bystro“. Interesting, isn’t it?
That opens your mind to black and white French chansons, smoky air, a glass of Pastis and decadent sandwiches.