Ever since I studied French in high school, I was indoctrinated into believing I had to make it to Paris.
Maybe it was good.
During my European backpacking trip, I was ecstatic to use that language in Brussels, Lyon and, of course, old Paris.
I got the chance to go to a cafe not far the Notre Dame, order in French and enjoy un sandwich, chocolat and chaud and other products I was indoctrinated into knowing I needed to try.
I ate awfully well there, including dipping a croissaint in chocolat chaud one crisp morning, while my friend and I awaited a train that took us away from the City of Lights. I found everything I learned true, including the famed (Parisian) French sneer.
More photos to come.