1000 words, sure. But how many calories is a picture worth?

I must've been unconsciously in need of more calories when we were in Paris (all the walking?) because I ended up with lots of food photos. Possibly because the first thing we did when we got to Pairs was find a cafe and have some breakfast.

You would too, and you know it.

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Do you see that little "sucre" packet?

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How cute is that! You can see why I was taking food photos. :)

Here was our first crepe of the day.

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When I say first, I mean first. It was not our last.

How can you not have multiple crepes when they're right there, selling them on the sidewalk?

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You could smeel this crepe stand a block and a half away. The scent practically wrapped its arm around my shoulder and guided me home. Ummmm... nutella.

We did eat a proper lunch. Accidentally, really. We ducked into a tiny cafe just off Rue Jacob hoping to top up on caffeine and maybe another croissant and found ourselves escorted up a tiny flight of stairs to the cutest little loft dining area. The only open table in the place (it was packed with French speakers, unlike many of the places in the Spanish Quarter, which is why we passed them over in favor of a place the locals clearly enjoyed) (that's not to say we didn't enjoy the Spanish Quarter, only to say that we weren't hungry enough to be tempted into a restaurant that needed a hawker to boost business) was in the corner of the loft with a view of the dozen ground-floor seats. By the time the waitress made it clear that we were expected to order entres and not just snacks we were so smitten by the place we decided to stay, nevermind the crepe fromage (Mom, fromage = cheese) I had eaten about 45 minutes before.

Since I wasn't all that hungry, I kept it simple and ordered the vegetable plate.

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Amazing. And who knew I'd ever say this but even the lentils (seriously, lentils!) were delectable.

Ben's meal was also delicious. He doesn't have the reservations I have about ordering baby cow. And I don't have my usual reservations about tasting it when it's on his plate.

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All he had to do was wave his butter knife in the general direction of his plate. It was that tender.

Since we ended up with way more (delicious) lunch than we planned, we decided to skip dinner and have a little picnic in our hotel room. Our picnic was delayed a while-- Ben had to gaze dreamily over the displays at the local fromagerie for a while before we could even begin the process of ordering. Ordering was... interesting, since neither of us have really studied French. I can get the gist of most statements but find myself flustered and dropping into my default second language (Spanish) when I actually have to communicate. We muddled through, the shop clerks were willing to let us, everyone was good-natured about it. That's part of the adventure, right?

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We eventually managed to procure a small feast: wine, a baguette, two kinds of cheese (the one with walnuts was amazing!), hand-made salami, a raspberry eclair and a creme brule.

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Nom nom nom.

I'm seriously drooling now. Are you?


Don't worry. There's more. I was hungry in Brussels, too. Tomorrow I'll show you the waffles!