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La Belle Francaise

Posted by on April 16, 2012

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.

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It was cold, and resisted getting much warmer the whole day. We cleared customs and when allowed, boarded the Eurostar bound for Paris Nord,

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The trip was quick, the train really scooted along and pretty soon we plunged into a tunnel, what seemed like moments later we emerged on the other side of the English channel in France.

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A short walk from the station, we unlocked a door which led to another door which led up a curious spiral staircase to our Paris digs, the cutest apartment you could imagine

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So much space compared to our London digs – 4 rooms if you count the bathroom and it is decked out in the most fantastic eclectic style

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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

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We then walked to The Pompidou Centre to marvel at its exterior whilst trialling some macarons – so dreamy and such an odd inside-out building

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We then wended our way back to our apartment for tea and a settle in before our dinner at Les Enfant Perdus

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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,

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