fox and i spent last week in paris. it was as delectable as ever. there’s nothing i love more than a french baguette and a block of cheese. is there anything better than that? while the weather was less than desirable, i didn’t let that deter me from enjoying my time there. i absolutely adore this city. to me, it feels like at every turn, at every step, i am walking and breathing history. we spent most of our days exploring the city on foot, stumbling on tiny cobblestone streets, figuring out our ways when we were lost. it was as magical as the first time.
our first leg of the trip we rented a car and drove to lyon. an old city approximately four hours away from paris. en route, you drive through the bourgogne (burgundy) region where there are many, many wineries. a friend of mine had sent me a list of small villages to pass through where they produce the most amazing wines. we stopped in one place, did a self-tour and breathed in the foggy air. the scenery was definitely isolated and cold with no one in sight, it was like a scene from a scary movie. i can’t imagine what it’s like during the warmer months, i can only picture beautiful green sceneries with birds singing and flowers budding.
while in lyon, we dined on lyonnais food. many restaurants there claim that they are bouchon but apparently when i was reading on what the word means, it says that there are about 20 officially certified bouchons in or near lyon. what is it, you ask? it is a restaurant that serves traditional lyonnais food surrounding sausages, duck pâté, hearty and meaty dishes that tend to be on the fatty side. our food was so good, i wanted seconds.
our first day back in the city, we must have walked a good eight hours or so around the city. with no agenda in mind, we just walked and walked, passing by sites inadvertently. this city is magnificent and it’s even more magnificent as the sun was setting creating this serene backdrop for their ancient architecture. we rested in the park in between the eye of paris and the louvre, admiring it all. then off we went again into the night. by the next morning our bodies were achy, especially our legs. we had no idea how much we walked the day before, but it was all worth it.
i spent a lot of my time in the boulangeries, smelling and staring at baskets and baskets of baguettes, somehow they aren’t just the same here. no really, they are not the same. then i made my move to the pastisserie and charcuterie, smelling and staring at cases of desserts and cheeses. i wish i could remember what cheese i tried, all i know was when i tasted it, i died a little and went to heaven. yes it was that good! that was all i needed – cheese and bread and i was a happy camper. i even smuggled some back in my luggage…oops, i just ratted myself out.