The First Afternoon

Here's a little something, I wrote on my first day in Paris. My dear diary of food so to speak. Corny, huh?

My first hours in Paris have already been blissful despite the blustery winter chill, at least there's blue sky. Our boutique hotel is in the seventh arrondissement, which seems like a down to earth neighborhood. Our room doors only unlock with antique keys which sold me on the place immediately. It's quaint and charming. [I mean small.]

After we settled in, we strolled the Rue Cler market street which is literally a hop, skip, and jump from the door. The distinctive smell of fromage floated heavily in the street, a scent only a true cheese lover like me could enjoy. Bakeries and markets stand at every corner; their pastries and fruit are displayed like art. My eyes were overwhelmed with things I wanted to try (croissants, brie, blood oranges, macarons), but I kept reminding my stomach, "Pace yourself! Important things first: caffeine!"

We ducked into a small cafe for strong espresso to shake the jet-lag, and a ham and Emmentalar cheese crepe. The proprietor was a Greek man that delivered an exceptional French treat from his large griddle...the perfect meaty,cheesy, eggy snack I had craved on the long plane ride. Satisfied and happy, we took off to behold Senor [I mean monsieur] Eiffel's masterpiece...