Even though Michael is not a big fan of oysters (les huîtres), I am. And lucky for me, so are a few of our friends. Well, and basically all of France. Oyster season in the hexagon is lasts from September/October all the way to April, during which time you are certain to find folks at all hours of the day sitting on a cafe terrace sipping a chilled glass of crisp white wine and slurping on these briny beauties. To me, it is the taste of the ocean that I miss so much. The oyster shucker (écailleur) at the restaurant we went to this weekend can be spotted behind the pole in the picture below taking a little snooze. Apparently, prying these babies open all day really tuckers a guy out. Here is a great oyster primer if you find yourself out and about in Paris in the cold months in need of a briny fix.
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