Today dimanche, dimanche
and how each Paris closes everything except the Latin Quarter (and some boutiques in the Marais). The only open doors with the French waited patiently in line are the Boulangerie.
should be spending a few words about this institution, which in no way associated with the Italian bakeries: in addition to bread (and especially the selection of those "extended" is vast, selling traditional French pastries, quiches, all viennoiserie (soon to a post only on those), even slices of pizza (but better leave it there, believe me ... to each his country, we have the croissants are crap, ok, but you please stop making pizza with the above condiriso SACL).
short, I got in line I, too, and while they took my money they candidly supported the baguette (protected only by a tissue pants) on the glass counter where the lady had put the first two Euros. Candidly, eh, no one is scandalized. I have to get used to us, even to see the lady before he slips into the baguette handbag elegant thong. I did it too, because having even bought a quiche lorraine (= savory tart made with puff pastry, stuffed with bacon, egg and some cream cheese ... a solid short carbonara) and a canela de Bordeaux (dolcettino shaped pudding, caramel outside, chewy inside muttered in Marche =) I did not know where to poke, my demi baguette (abstain from lewd comments s'il vous plait et meme s'il vous plait pas it).
and how each Paris closes everything except the Latin Quarter (and some boutiques in the Marais). The only open doors with the French waited patiently in line are the Boulangerie.
should be spending a few words about this institution, which in no way associated with the Italian bakeries: in addition to bread (and especially the selection of those "extended" is vast, selling traditional French pastries, quiches, all viennoiserie (soon to a post only on those), even slices of pizza (but better leave it there, believe me ... to each his country, we have the croissants are crap, ok, but you please stop making pizza with the above condiriso SACL).
short, I got in line I, too, and while they took my money they candidly supported the baguette (protected only by a tissue pants) on the glass counter where the lady had put the first two Euros. Candidly, eh, no one is scandalized. I have to get used to us, even to see the lady before he slips into the baguette handbag elegant thong. I did it too, because having even bought a quiche lorraine (= savory tart made with puff pastry, stuffed with bacon, egg and some cream cheese ... a solid short carbonara) and a canela de Bordeaux (dolcettino shaped pudding, caramel outside, chewy inside muttered in Marche =) I did not know where to poke, my demi baguette (abstain from lewd comments s'il vous plait et meme s'il vous plait pas it).
Smangiucchiandomela I ended up in the Latin Quarter, where I spotted the trash present for the ceremony of the usual Christmas gifts to max 3 euro we do. I did not buy, though. It takes days of psychological preparation, believe me.
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