A secret Little Taste of Provence in Canton

Send us Fan Mail There’s a street in Canton where the world tilts just slightly, and if you step through the doors of C’est la Vie, you find yourself no longer in a small Georgia town but in a place where eggs are gathered with reverence, butter melts like sunshine on bread, and cheese is tended with the same devotion we Southerners give to our biscuits. Folks may whisper that French cuisine is lofty, unreachable, meant for another sort of people altogether — but the truth is, it’s nothing mo...