This post is one of many documenting my week in Paris, a present to myself for graduating pastry school in the fall of 2012. Every moment was spent eating and one post wasn’t enough. It’s now a short novel. Kidding. I hope.
When I started writing this series, I jumped right into detailed accounts of my pastry excursions. I thought I’d go back to the first day and share what I did upon arrival in one of my favorite cities in the world. I was still a bit jet lagged so I warmed up my legs by just strolling around the neighborhood where I had rented my apartment for the week. St Germain des Pres (6th arr) has my favorite pastry and bread shops but there were still new places I was eager to try. And bonus for traveling with a friend, I got to taste twice as much.
