“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” – Ernest Hemingway
Paris, oh Paris! I must admit that before visiting this glorious, beautiful, friendly, foodie haven, I had the misconception that I wouldn’t be a fan of the French capital.
But oh, how wrong I was! The sights, sounds, nibbles, licks, gulps and sheer genuineness that Paris so lightly holds in esteem means that you will be met with a new surprise and impression around each street corner as you mosey from one arrondissement to the next.
My boyfriend moved to Paris in September of this year, so we headed over to check out the city for a long weekend in late August. We stayed in the 15th district and from here we wandered into the welcoming arms of what I suspect will quickly become one of my favorite cities.
In an urban playground which is overflowing with everything from French bistros and fromageries, along with historical sights, to gorgeous art galleries and well-priced wine bars and patisseries, where does a first timer in Paris begin? As you can probably tell from the food-centric words I have chosen to begin my ramblings, part, no, most, of the reason I can confidently say that I am madly, truly, deeply falling in love with Paris is the city’s gastronomy.
As I arrived by Eurostar from London very late Friday night, I began my Parisian food-venture on Saturday morning, with a classically French petit dejeneur. The delicate, crisp and warm buttery croissant melted in my mouth almost like a mousse, just in time for my pack-a-punch espresso to soak up the last crumbly remains.
Now the French take their food seriously, and this means that unless you unluckily wander into a tourist trap, the cuisine you are served at most Parisian restaurants will almost certainly be of a satisfactory standard, if not higher. The patisseries that lay hidden down narrow alleys give away their location with the sweet waft of fresh quiche lorraine and strawberry tarts that fill the cool, crisp morning air.
The sight of a local walking down the capital’s distinctly wide and grand boulevards with a baguette takes me aback at first, but my boyfriend is quick to point out that there are many a-citizen briskly rushing home with not one, not two, but three or four giant bread loaves in hand.
This really is my kinda place.
Don’t miss the Guardian’s list of top 10 Paris patisseries in Paris. Stay tuned for more of my Parisian escapades in upcoming posts!#thetastytraveller