Vive la France! Vive la boulanguerie et la pâtisserie!
So, my first day in Paris. Woke up around the beautiful area of Montmartre and after a lovely morning walk I decided to enter a pastry shop.
It wasn’t very fancy, though it didn’t look old. So many options, so many pieces of bread that I have seen before in other countries, but never here, in the source of it all.
The kitchen has a big window and you can see the the croissants waiting to be covered in egg to get into the oven.The baker sings a song while he dips little bread fishes in chocolate, then he takes out the empty tarts and fills them with pastry cream and some freshly cut strawberries. Amazing smell.
And the taste? It’s so much better than I expected. This is it! This is the flavor it’s supposed to have, the subtle layers of the croissant, the taste of chocolate and the mildly caramelized sugar on top. Dreamy.
After this first contact with french bakeries I just couldn’t stop. Every single day and every single meal had to be accompanied by a piece of bread, it could be savory or it could be a dessert, and every time I was delightfully surprised by it.
Before coming here I wasn’t fully convinced, now, after a few days here I can say for sure, french bread is just the best. Still don’t believe it, have a look then.
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