What's Paris without its bakeries? (or boulangeries in french) Where London is peppered with coffee and sandwich places, Paris is bestowed with a generous line up of bakeries serving startlingly fresh croissants, pain au chocolats and baguettes.
After 9 days in Paris, I think I can safely say that nobody does better bread than the french. Every bite unleashes a glorious bready aroma; your teeth sink into the crispy, baked crust with a delightful crunch, then into the soft yet chewy bread within - and mind you, this is all before it is even toasted.
Though I did miss the tantalizing smell of coffee in the morning, freshly baked bread for breakfast more than compensated for the frustrating lack of mocha in Paris. There were two boulangeries we alternated between for breakfast and Artisan Boulanger Patisser was the closer of the two. What I really like is how they put every baguette or cheese-encrusted, hotdog-like bread into a tiny oven so it was pleasantly warm when we unwrapped it.
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Sugar encrusted doughnut balls filled with oozy chocolate - is that a sinful breakfast or what? |
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| Turtle bread! Anyone know how they baked it?* |
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| Flan Pistache |
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