I have returned from Paris!
What a grand week we had! The return home was a bit of an adventure but we made it back safe and sound and we’re left only with memories of a fascinating, delicious city.
While we put in due time visiting all the sites, the reality is that that I spent most of the week eating my way through the city, arrondissement by arrondissement.
I can’t tell which was most delicious.
I took the LadurÃ©e/Pierre HermÃ© macaron taste-test challenge and I still can’t decide which I prefer. That was part of a tremendous Chocolate Walk that we signed up for through Context Travel. If you go to Paris, I highly recommend their tours!
I watched the Eiffel Tower sparkle and I’m not ashamed to admit I teared up a bit.
The MusÃ©e d’Orsay stole my heart. It was a reminder to me that we should all do whatever is necessary to encourage the creation and protection of art.
Speaking of art, I had to actually walk out of GÃ©rard Mulot because I was going to cry. It is a living and bustling monument to the beauty of pastry and baking.
And on the subject of pastry and baking, I was charmed out of my mind by Coquelicot. If I could ever own a bakery, that’s exactly what it would like.
I immersed myself in butter. I ate it all up. Everywhere.
And I spent my fair share of time gawking at the French. There should be a picture of the map of France under the definition of “elegance” in the dictionary. I don’t know if it’s the tap water or just being born there but people seem to have this innate chicness that you just can’t buy off a hanger.
I want to live in the St. German des PrÃ©s district.
I tasted chocolate that reaffirms why bad chocolate is a blasphemy.
This post doesn’t do the week justice. Every day was a lesson in the history of Paris and the ways of the Parisians. It was a whirlwind, and at times it was overwhelming.
But it was so worth it.