Another Bastille Day, and this one's a doozy. Every one of the many Seattle-area described here yesterday is mobbed. Tricolor macaroons at Cafe Bastille to sustain the pétanque tournament players.
It's the first "Bastille Bash" for Madison Park, bringing together a remarkable string of restaurants, cafes and bakeries (Rover's, Luc, Harvest Vine, La Cote, Voila Bistrot, Cafe Flora, Crush, New York Cupcake, Ines Patisserie). Hundreds, if not thousands of people, making do with street parking. "Je vois la vie en rose," sings Janet Rayor, the elfin chanteuse of Rouge. Chef-in-the-Hat Thierry Rautureau serves his last slices of roast lamb and laments, "Now we'll have to switch to pork."
At the Marché/Cafe Campagne street fair in Post Alley, several costumed dancing girls finished their number, then rushed inside to embrace Chef Daisley Gordon.
At Seattle Center, the official celebration of the French-American Chamber of Commerce is also overwhelmed; the semi-official Bastille Bistro ran out of merguez sausages, requiring an emergency run to Cash & Carry for, bon dieu, plain old American hot dogs.
More photos in this online album.
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