Paris is a den of decadence?
Hell ya. That’s why we love it. Every blast of car exhaust. Every bottle of wine. Every flirtation. Every secret memory that’s way too good to write about.
The first time I went to St. Germain, I drank this espresso.
In the years since, I can still taste it. I can still remember the good times traveling with a good friend. The walk through a new neighborhood, St.-Germain in the 6th Arrondissement. Wondering why I had never been there. Glad that I had never been there, else it wouldn’t be a new discovery.
I took a pack of Scharffen Berger chocolate to Paris in 2002.
This “hold up the product” photo is one of my most loved.
You might have seen people’s shots from around the world, in the most obscure places, wearing t-shirts promoting their favorite bands, causes, places or people. Or like one friend who got Croc to sponsor him as he traveled the globes shooting pics of his plastic shoes.
At the time I knew it was a little cheesy. I’m so glad I did it.
One wonderful winter day in Paris, saying hello to Robert Steinberg from ScharffenBerger Chocolate Maker.
The last time I was in Paris, lots of things had changed.
Namely: chocolate chip cookies! to me were several different packaged chocolate chip cookies at Monoprix. (When we get to Paris, the first thing we do is hit the markets and stores to see what’s up.)
Better yet, there was this dirt-cheap brand of seriously good chocolate-covered orange peel at Monoprix. Can you imagine this kind of candy at Target?
The first time I saw chocolate chip cookies in France.
Even a brief layover to Paris rekindled our love of this great city.
Through a series of dumb luck, my sister and I recently had a 12-hour layover in Paris. Just enough time to do some food and wine rampage and remember why we never stop talking about our good memories of Paris and France.
