Paris Cafe

Enjoying chocolate chaud et un sandwich at a cafe near Notre Dame on Oct. 13, 2008.

Enjoying chocolate chaud et un sandwich at a cafe near Notre Dame on Oct. 13, 2008.

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.


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