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...
I have misplaced may things in my life but never a baguette!
The journey continues, my next memory will be posted soon...
The journey continues, my next memory will be posted soon...
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