Long story short, I’m in Paris, France (insert equal parts elation and exhaustion here). This is my first trip away from my family and without the kids since Caleb was born, close to nine years ago. I’ve been dreaming of traveling to France and taking a self-guided culinary tour. Flying a family of four here wasn’t in the cards anytime soon so Mateo and I decided to send me off to fulfill a long-standing dream of eating my way through the streets of Paris. So here I am, in the ‘City of Love’, on a reacquaintance tour with myself.
I landed on Monday and I’ve been absolutely in love since the moment I arrived, if not a lot exhausted. I’ll fill you in, in bits and pieces but yesterday was my second day in Paris and after visiting Notre Dame then taking a walking tour of the Left Bank, I visited my first fromagerie (cheese shop), Laurent Dubois, then purchased a baguette from a nearby patisserie, and pate from a surly Parisian (most other encounters with locals have been surprisingly pleasant). With a grumbly belly, I walk to toward the Seine and sat in a park and sat on a park bench facing the river – eating a rustic pate sandwich, nibbling on goat cheese and a pungent wash-rind cheese, feeling like the happiest woman alive.