Our day started out as so many days in France seem to; eating French pastries at the boulangerie for breakfast before embarking on our adventure.
What is it that makes the bread and pastries in France so much better than anywhere else that I have ever visited? Some magic possessed by French bakers that has been kept a carefully guarded secret, never to be shared with the rest of the world?
Oh, where to start on the subject of the wonders of French pastries? Pastries in France seem infinitely more flaky than their American counterparts. Layer upon layer of thin flakes that practically melt in your mouth, delicately giving way to a sweet surprise.
The filling in the middle of these French pastries was expected yet also a surprise. Its sweet flavor danced delicately in my mouth with the flaky layers of pastry, each of them separate but waltzing beautifully together in my mouth. I love eating breakfast in France!
And oh, don’t get me started about the baguettes here. I never eat baguettes just for the sole sake of eating baguettes at home. The baguettes at home are bland and flavorless.
In France, baguettes are a delicious and necessary part of daily life, and completely different than their equivalent at home. I talked about the wonders of baguettes in a previous post, so I will not repeat myself.
Suffice it to say that France is a magical place for me, where simple, everyday things are turned into grand pleasures.