jambon with egg on a croissant

jambon sitting on top of my salad

jambon served aside my coffee

chicken cutlet stuffed with… jambon


Everywhere we went in Paris, ham was being served.  I was amazed at how many times it managed to appear on our plates without our knowledge.  It became sort of a running joke for us as we romped around Paris, eating pastries and visiting museums.

For the second half of our trip, we visited Versailles for a few days.  And on our third day, we saw Marie Antoinette’s hamlet – a serene collection of cottages, gardens and ponds where she would go to escape the hullabaloo of the palace.  I had known that she, or rather – her staff, had kept animals there, but I was so delighted to see that they still do.  Grazing around the pastures were baby lambs, goats, gentle cows and, yup, you guessed it – JAMBON!  We almost fell to pieces laughing at this discovery, and then spend about 500MB of digital space documenting him with our camera.  Plump and riding low to the ground, we finally found where all the French ham comes from.



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