The first breakfast in Paris lived up to all of our expectations of the city. Breakfast had been included in the place the were staying at but instead we opted to venture out and explore. A chance to sit at a street side cafe in the Latin Quarter and watch the world go by was too good an opportunity to miss.
The scent of the freshly brewed, wonderfully strong coffee. The rustle of the crisp croissants as you broke them. This what we’d imagined about Paris and this was what Paris was delivering.
It would have been very easy to stay at that table and let breakfast become mid morning then become lunch, but in Paris there’s always another cafe just around the corner.
David in the kitchen. 