Text and Photography by Bruce Richardson
Paris is a metropolis that by no means disappoints me. Every arrondissement is a treasure chest ready to be opened, sniffed, consumed, and remembered. I gaze longingly into boulangerie home windows, wander by means of out of doors markets, and relish the each day menus rapidly chalked onto boards posted exterior cafés.
Fortunately, it’s a straightforward metropolis to stroll. If you’re like me, you’ll want to burn off these decadent energy you devour whereas satisfying your starvation for probably the most scrumptious metropolis within the world. The lengthy climb up Montmartre from the Moulin Rouge to the cathedral Sacré-Coeur is without doubt one of the finest exercises for shedding these buttery excesses.
For these of us addicted to the leaf of the Camellia sinensis, the good comfort is that we’re by no means greater than a brief stroll from a salon de thé crammed with engaging pâtisseries to be sampled—a gâteau of this, a tarte of that, a croissant with honey, one other madeleine, a dozen boxed meringues to take dwelling, or a ache au chocolat to depart a candy taste on the tongue.