The Paris Boulangerie

The morning rhythm of heels against the cobblestone sidewalks woke me on our first morning in Paris. I tried to go back to sleep, we had checked into our apartment only six hours earlier, but my empty stomach was impatient. Croissants, pain au chocolat, baguettes, I craved all of it.  When Michael finally stirred I asked him, … Continue reading The Paris Boulangerie