Paris in the Fall: Oh, My, The Coffee

Rodin Museum at sunset

Paris in the fall can be quite chilly at times, although I wouldn’t actually call it cold. Still, a café au lait with a croissant in the afternoon was always welcome. And boy, did I enjoy the coffee. Even in our hotel.

So much so, I came home, not with expensive souvenirs, but with a determination to recreate the coffee from Paris – at least what we had in our hotel room. It was almost as good as any we had in any cafe.  Luckily, I found a newer version of the machine we had in our room:

It’s a DeLonghi Nespresso machine and I love it. It came with 16 sample pods from Nespresso (re: very expensive) but I went on a hunt to find local, less expensive pods I would like (I also brought home our favorite box from the neighborhood Franprix). They are different than K-cups, so selection is limited. Thankfully, after testing out three small boxes, I found the one pictured above and we all agree, it is pretty near perfect.

A little bit of Paris whenever I want.

One more Paris picture – there will be  more of the  Père Lachaise Cemetery later:

Guarding the Tomb

Until then…



Paris in the Fall: The Food

Rodin Museum

I have so many photos from the trip, but very few are of iconic images – I tried to look for the unusual and eye catching.  Or the occasional T-Rex.

So the food. Much to tell. Most of it good. I loved how fresh everything was, milk, cheese, bread. Oh, the cheeses! Oh, the breads! Nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the breads there. Breakfast was the basic Le petit déjeuner en Français and it made me very happy (and full) each morning :

Photo courtesy of Larilyn, as I took no pictures of food on the trip. 😦

The croissants varied by location, but when they were fresh, they were absolutely delicious. And I had two chocolate croissants (pain au chocolat) that were fabulous.  By far my favorite pastries were the raspberry tart (tarte aux franboises) and the lemon tart (tarte au citron), both of which I want to recreate this week. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Rodin’s Garden

There were some fun things we tried. One was of course, the Nutella crêpes, the other was a great hot dog  from a street vendor, served in a toasted baguette with cheese. One of  the best  meals we had was in our hotel on Sunday (after a very, very long day we didn’t have it in us to go anywhere else). They have a garden in the courtyard (just beneath our window, btw) and used those fresh ingedients in their kitchen. Magnifique!

Musée d’Orsay – my favorite museum by far

The most interesting and  surprising thing about the food was how little sugar was involved, even in the pastries.  And the ketchup. And the chocolate. You’d be surprised how much more flavorful food is without the over-sweetness we are accustomed to – much more complex flavors are allowed to blossom. I actually brought home 2 boxes (oh, how I wish I’d bought a dozen) of St. Michel’ Galette Salted Butter cookies because they were so perfect with a cup of coffee after dinner.

Walking the Seine

And the coffee…well that’s a post all its own because I came home determined to make the terrific coffee we had there. Even in our hotel room. Yum. I have succeeded.

Walking the Seine, continued..

That’s about it. Nothing in any of the bistros or other restaurants really stood out. We were warned that outside the pastries, cheeses and breads, the food might be disappointing. So we were prepared.  We did sample a little  bit of everything, so I think overall it was a terrific experience.

I have a few more pictures to share, so probably have one more wrap-up post. Until then….


Paris In The Fall: Day 1

I’ve been having difficulty putting Paris into words, which is why the delay in my promised posts. I think I just feel that everything that can be said about the City of Lights has already been said. But I’ll give it a shot.

Paris was beautiful and I enjoyed every moment of it. The people were friendly, kind and welcoming. Fall was in full force as we walked….everywhere. We mastered the Metro and wound our way through the tree line streets to museums, gardens, cafes and the cemetery.

The Eiffel Tower was directly outside the hotel window creating a pretty sweet nightlight with hourly sparkles.

I found many things as I walked through quiet museums and busy neighborhoods, but what I did not find was my heart. There was beauty, art and history, all things I love. But I was really surprised that as much as I loved it, it was not the zing to my heart that I expected.

Maybe a girl can only have one city steal her heart, and mine was stolen by Boston long, long ago. Still, every day in Paris was a lovely adventure.

There’s more and I’ll share in the days to come…especially the cemetery…

cross-posted at Annie DeMoranville Writes