Whenever I’m traveling, I pick up beautiful things for my kitchen, a tray and quirky bottle opener from a flea market in Paris, a salt cellar from Morocco, oils from Budapest, spices from Provence. I am always cooking. So, having the spoils of my travels displayed throughout the kitchen reminds me of my many adventures.  Each time I reach for the garlic housed in a Cafe Flore ramekin, I remember the heaven of a gooey Croque Madame paired with crisp rose.