I frequently tell friends that if I worked in the centre of London, I would be enormous and much to my dismay, to date, not one of them has disagreed. As someone with a soft spot for the sweeter pleasures in life, the temptation is too much in this capital city of foodiepreneurs, pop-up kitchens, freakshakes, fried food trucks, Creme Egg Camps, liquid nitrogen ice cream parlours and Ferrero Rocher Events and the only saving grace for my arteries is the fact that my working hours and location of work keep me well away from such dessert dilemmas during the working week.
But Paris? Paris is an entirely different ball game.
In London, when an eclair focused patisserie store sets up shop (not mentioning any names Maitre Choux,) queues start forming almost immediately with hordes of Insta-millenials flapping their I phones in a frenzy. In Paris, however, these eclair shops are on every corner.
Low and Behold.
And alongside them stand world renowned macaron houses, boulangeries that summon you in with the scent of their lethal, straight-out-the-oven, buttery croissant aroma and row upon row of madeleines, Mont Blancs, souffles, Mille feuilles and even the eponymous Paris Brest. In Paris, patisserie is virtually a law and far be it for me to disrespect that so I’ve compiled this catalogue of the French dessert highlights clocked up during my recent birithday weekend in Paris for those of you equally concerned with…ahem….engaging in local customs in the French capital.
Judgey sorts can feel free to exit this window now but those of you who long to live in the Hansel and Gretel house and secretly wish they were born into Willy Wonka’s world, come on in because I’ve got a treat (or seven) in store today.