Much as I’m looking to hunt down new taste sensations here in Paris, there’s a big part of me that loves to re-experience past knockouts. I go to Pierre Hermé every single day and buy a Montebello, which I then save for breakfast in the morning. Paired with a few poppy flower marshmallows and an
For the first two or three months of this visit, I basically refused to take the metro. Even when I’d go to shops far from my apartment – Café Pouchkine, Jacques Genin, and Des Gâteaux et du Pain – I would just walk. It seemed the sensible thing to do, given that the guy who
“I think I love you. So what am I so afraid of? I’m afraid that I’m not sure of a love there is no cure for… I think I love you.” For those of you with a sophisticated literary and musical background, you’ll recognize that as David Cassidy’s indomitable 1970 hit, “I Think I Love
Last year, I was so late in “discovering” Des Gateaux et du Pain that I only got to enjoy a handful of their pastries. To most people that might mean 2 or 3, but of course to me that denotes like 10. However, what I wanted was to partake of everything in the pastry case,
Although I’ve given Des Gâteaux et du Pain a hard time in the past, I actually do enjoy their pastries quite a bit. I’m also suspicious that they might occasionally read the site here, given a response of “see you very soon” to a recent comment I left on a recent Des Gâteaux Facebook posting.