Travel Photos: Crêpes and Picnics in Paris
I’m back from my all-too-brief European adventures, and with plenty of food photos to share.
A “Croque Madame” open face sandwich with cheese and fried eggs. (A Croque Monsieur has cheese & ham, but no eggs.)
Chicken and cheese crêpe
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First stop: Paris. A city with much more to offer than just crêpes and croissants. In fact, I was hoping to eat some kind of Middle Eastern food while we were there, since there are many Mediterranean fusion restaurants scattered around the city, but we ended up mostly sticking to French-ish cuisine.
French Onion Soup at a sidewalk cafe.
Warm Goat Cheese Salad with sautéed potatoes
Goat cheese on a slice of baguette.
Raspberry Sorbet to die for. (From the famous Berthillon ice cream stand on an island in the Seine.)
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For such a brief stay– only three and a half days!– that worked out fine. I think I averaged more than one crêpe per day, and still didn’t get sick of them.eak
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Getting bubbly…
Getting crispy…
- Almost ready for toppings.
The secret to getting LOTS of nutella: a camera!
Sugar and cinnamon crêpe.
Voilà!
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Hands down, the best meal we ate in Paris, though, was the loveliest of D.I.Y. picnics: a lunch of bread, cheese, and peaches bought from a local farmer’s market held in a park near our hotel.
The bread and peaches were purchased in no time compared to the cheese. In the face of too many delicious-looking cheese options, we stood around indecisively, until an old woman in front of us demanded a block cut from some large, aged wheel of hard cheese kept up on a shelf behind the shopkeeper’s head.
Cheese!
Olives and roasted goodies at the market.
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It was my girlfriend’s idea to ask for a slice of the same (about the limits of my French), and I’m so glad we did; it was much better than the wedge of Brie we also bought (surprisingly sharp compared to Brie in the U.S.). I just wish I’d paid attention to what that cheese was called…
Eggs at the market.
Nutella crêpe featured on a menu.
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Also: in just three days we counted no fewer than TEN adorably stereotypical Parisians who had baguettes popping out of their handbags or bicycle baskets. We quickly caught on and joined in.
Wine at the top of Montparnasse Tower.
Giant pistachio macaron outside Sacré-Coeur.
spontaneous tomato 
As I await brunch in Chicago (chez Jessica) your new post on crepes is driving me crazy (gastrointestinally speaking). The pictures and text are both so evocative, so I-need-to-be-in-Paris-right-now. Garcon! Garcon! Please hurry!
Thanks, George! (Although I’m jealous of you, too, and your brunch, chez Jessica!)
All of this looks so incredibly yummy! I am so glad you made it to ice cream island! That is by far the best ice cream/sorbet!!
Oh yes, after you & Amber told us about the ice cream, we prioritized it.
Hey I just had a pistachio macaron here in Honolulu!
One more reason to visit Hawaii!
wow!!!! looks so yummy!!! you are like a pro-photographer!!!
did you speak to people in french???
i wish i had gone there with you!
Yep, I actually DID speak to people in (a little bit of pathetic) French, and everyone there was pleasantly friendly and helpful in response (no one was rude!). Next time we should go to Paris together : )