But you thought I was studying abroad in Spain? Have no fear, I’m still here, but I couldn’t bare the thought of spending four months in Europe without making a trip to the land of romance and butter. If you’ve learned anything about me by now its that I will try my very best to embrace the culture (aka the cuisine) of my surroundings. You may have also learned that I have an enormous sweet tooth, which is why this post is almost completely dedicated to all things sweet in Paris.
We arrived in Paris mid day Friday, stomachs growling. The hotel was situated a little further from downtown, but very close to a metro stop, the Moulin Rouge and plenty of restaurants. Our hunger was cured by a cute little cafe called Le Petit Poucet, offering the most fabulous ham and cheese omelette with a side salad. SALAD!!!! Oh how I have longed for mixed, leafy greens with fresh vegetables. Spain doesn’t really do salads… But I digress. This meal was just the beginning to a fabulous weekend
The best way to see the city of Paris, in my opinion, is by investing in a ticket to one of the many hop-on/hop-off busses. We opted for L’Open Tour, for 32 Euro for two days. We literally managed to see every big monument, museum, landmark, quarter, you name it. I also strategically planned to get off at certain stops in order to visit two patisseries I was told I absolutely needed to try. The first was Angelina’s. Known for they’re hot chocolate, Angelina’s is a cafe and bakery offering a wide selection of sandwiches, salads, egg dishes and desserts galore. One serving of hot chocolate will run you 8 Euro, but between that and endless macarons, we decided to make that our lunch on Saturday and it was well worth it. Prepare to drool.
After a day full of sweets we were in need of something savory for dinner. We ended up at the Eiffel Tower around 6:30 where we witnessed the structure in all its glory. The tower is magnificent during the day but at night, when it is lit up, its breathtaking (see below: photo taken from my iPhone, NO EDITING!)
The streets surrounding the Eiffel tower are lined with eateries, and we were very happy to come across and Italian restaurant where I had pizza with one of the flakiest, crunchiest crusts ever. The mozzarella cheese was creamy and rich, and the arugula added a perfect bite in both texture and flavor to to counter the cheese. Thick tomato slices burst as I bit into them, and the sweet flavor of basil lingered as I happily swallowed, bite after bite.
Sunday led us to a typical Parisian breakfast (or so I’d like to think) of crepes:
Between Versailles, the Catacombes and Notre Dame, I made sure to save time to visit the Latin Quarter, a trendy area with plenty of shops and cafes, and home to the most incredible macarons I have ever tasted (and this is coming from someone who makes them from scratch, remember?). I was told to visit Une Dimanche a Paris by a friend who studied abroad here last year. Its a little off the beaten path- you have to keep your eyes out for a rotunda hidden in one of the side streets and walk down a narrow and uneven cobblestone sidewalk before you reach it- but it is a MUST GO for anyone who appreciates a good macaron. The rest of their desserts looked incredible, too. Upon entering I was beside myself. The beautiful cakes and tarts looked like mini works of art, and the entire shop had an aroma of sugar and all things sinful. Before nearly drooling over the macarons I decided to wander around the shop. Here is what I found
Alas! I reached the macaron counter. A full array of colors and flavors, the perfectly rounded, cloud-like meringues were filled with cream or jam, and artfully placed so close together, reminiscent of quarters in a coin roll. I was torn by all the flavors. Do I go classic with chocolate and vanilla? Or risky and unique with lavender and salted caramel? I couldn’t have just two- this was the place for macarons after all. So I caved and ordered three, each one more different, flavorful and purely magical than the next.
Okay, I have to admit I was slightly disappointed by the pistachio. I am a pistachio fanatic and this one was lacking in true nutty flavor. There was a strong taste of almond and the texture was perfect, but the pistachio flavor was no where to be found! The others however…. The coffee macaron tasted like I was biting into an espresso bean. It was so flavorful I began to crave the drink itself! I was bewildered. The passion fruit macaron was exactly as you would imagine passion fruit tasting, but surrounded by a crunchy almond flavored cookie, it was incredible. It was sweet and luscious and mouth watering with a kiss of spice. I savored those like I was never going to eat again.
Finally, our trip came to an end with one last visit to the crepe stand. I was sad to leave such a beautiful and delicious city but made sure to bring back macarons to savour throughout the week. I loved Paris, but Sevilla is my home and I’m happy to be back 🙂