The French and their French bread.........................truly inseparable?
I was fascinated with the number of baguettes’ strolling down the streets of Paris. It was common place and there was no prejudice as to who was indulging in this practice. It seemed as though everyone had one, was eating one or buying one.
I found this so interesting that I turned it into a game, keeping all of us on the lookout for the next iconic loaf to be snapped and captured on our journey.
The bakeries were
abundantly scattered all around the city and everywhere I turned there was
another and another. So many bakeries... so little time...
I was fascinated with the number of baguettes’ strolling down the streets of Paris. It was common place and there was no prejudice as to who was indulging in this practice. It seemed as though everyone had one, was eating one or buying one.
The bakeries were abundantly scattered all around the city and everywhere I turned there was another and another. So many bakeries... so little time...
Most days I could walk right up to the counter, but on one occasion I got
caught in what seemed to be the daily bread rush - a long line of people snaking out the door and around the
corner. Apparently this happens twice a day at any good bakery, during lunch hour and after work.
The bread I ate in Paris was
the best that I have ever had, with a soft interior and a perfect crumb crust.
I think the people below would agree. The French clearly love their
bread and I do too.
The Contemplatior's...
The Hurried...
The Family Excursion...
The Volume Shoppers...
The Dog Walkers...
The Playful...
and finally...
The Forgotten...
The journey continues, my next memory will be posted soon...
Love this post! I always feel my Frenchest when i have a baguette sticking out of my grocery bag, but they never taste as good as they did when visited Paris. I am not sure if we met during the FoodBuzz Festival, if not, Hi!
ReplyDeleteBonjour Petra, thanks for stopping by. I'm sorry to say that I missed the festival. I was so excited to go, that I bought my ticket as soon as they went up for sale. Then... when I checked out the hotels, I got priced right out of the game. Maybe next year, I would love to meet you.
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