An early start to an amazing day, we boarded a tube when most poms were still asleep and wended our way to St Pancras station to line up for customs, after a tasty breakfast and procuring a bag of goodies for our early lunch.
After a tour from the proud host, we headed off for our first neighborhood stroll, past our local boulangerie (bread shop), on to a patisserie (le pain au sucre, our first pilgrimage) to pick up some caramel macarons and pistachio macarons and a millefeuille for afternoon tea
I had booked this restaurant back in Australia and was looking forward to our first taste of real French cuisine. Jo had a succulent perfectly cooked rack of lamb on a bed of green beans and oyster mushrooms and I had the largest and most beautifully cooked duck breast on a bed of mushrooms and assorted fresh berries. We both has glasses of wine also, followed by amazing desserts – Jo has a trifecta of different flavoured crime brûlée and I had a delicious apple delice. The restaurant used squares of paper on their tables, in near perfect French I asked for one to fold into something for our hosts. They were happy to oblige, humoring my attempts to speak like a native.
Tummy’s very happy, time to sleep as our fresh bread then market adventure starts fairly early tomorrow. What a wonderful introduction to Paris,