by Danielle
In Paris there is a boulangerie/patisserie (bread/dessert shop) on almost every block. I used to find this unnecessary but I quickly came to realize the benefits. You learn that one has great baguettes, another great quiches, yet another has great north african cookies and so on. To further complicate matters, one might have great service with a sweet elderly lady, another has snotty girls on staff, pick your poison. Fortunately everything costs about the same so you don’t have to factor that in.
A year ago we bought our daily bread from “Petit Plaisirs” at the bottom of our street. After shopping around we slowly realized that his bread isn’t the best. But we like the guy and I feel bad not buying from him.
To top it off, a boulangerie on the next block was renovated during “vacances” and now it’s a real gem and a pleasure to enter. It’s my new favorite. But because we have to walk by “Petit Plaisirs” on the way home, I have to hide the bread under the stroller (if the basket isn’t jam packed with groceries) or in my tote bag. Sometimes Joseph wants a piece to munch so I try to make sure he’s not eating it as we pass the shop. God forbid he and his wife are in front of the store with their daughter, who is Joseph’s age and goes to his school.
3 responses so far ↓
sbk // September 12, 2009 at 1:27 am |
you are a scream. you are a walking seinfeld episode. good luck with your ’scam.’
Libby // September 14, 2009 at 5:19 pm |
The image of you hiding giant breads in the stroller made me laugh out loud. You are too funny.
Izzie // September 30, 2009 at 2:17 am |
sounds like a real neighborhood, knowing some individuals, favorite shops, classmates, etc. Wish I had just one French bakery here in the boonies.