Heeelllooo everyone! First of all, let me direct you to my newly-published feature on Our Paris Stories here. Some of you out there may remember my very first Paris story (hey, fam!). It was the story where I got lost over and over and over again, tripping over cobblestones and making too many mistakes at the boulangerie. The story that was more…
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Working at a café goes totally against French nature. Cafés are for socializing, for relaxing, for having apéritifs after a long day of work. For dipping croissants in café crèmes so the crumbs don’t get stuck to your sweater. Cafés, historically, are the antithesis of work. Alas, my friends, I have a thesis to write. Finding cafés in Paris where laptops…
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I could (and have) spend hours on end ogling the windows at Ladurée, filled with macaron* pyramids in dozens of different colors, macarons dangling from fine clear wires, and macarons on holiday in front of painted postcards (if they haven’t done that last one yet, I wouldn’t put it past them). Yet with all my window gazing, the first macaron I…
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Today would have been Julia Child’s 104th birthday. (Of course, it had to fall on a holiday Monday when all the butchers and fish mongers in Paris are closed, meaning my sole meunière and boeuf bourguignon celebrations must wait for tomorrow. But, as she would say, tant pis !) The first time I wrote about Julia was only a few…
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In August, Paris is a ghost town. My favorite rôtisserie and boulangerie on Rue Mouffetard have boarded their doors, soon to be joined by many other restauranteurs and shop owners. The Place Monge market has become more and more sparse with shoppers and vendors. Everyone is leaving for les vacances, so I figured I probably should too. But my vacation won’t be…
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