When I left the house this morning, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, just a light, refreshing breeze to start Bastille Day off right. As we flipped eagerly through the hefty menu, the rain came, dropping like mini hammers on the sun…
For the first time since I’ve lived in France, I entered a Ladurée. More than that, I dined. I’ve had their macaroons and think they’re delightful but to be honest, it’s one of the most frequented tourist spots in Paris after the Eiffel Tower and I try to avoid such places at all costs. Not because I think I’m too good for them but because I start to get anxious around big crowds and the pushing, shoving and loudness of most tourists. Yes, I’m a real parisienne. I prefer to uncover the more unknown, niche restaurants and cafés in the city since they are so plentiful. But when my friend Elena suggested we go for a belated birthday breakfast upon her return from Italy I thought, why not? My interest was piqued after she raved about the interior of the Ladurée on rue Bonaparte (versus rue Saint Honoré) and how surprisingly affordable the à la carte menu was.
