Choosing between nose, mouth and eyes isn’t easy here. Paris smells like hot bread, sounds like a market, looks like gift-wrapped butter and feels like warm stone – you are required to use all your senses in this city, but it never seems like work. It feels like you should have been using them all along.
We hit the stone ground running – I greeted the gargoyles of Notre Dame, drank some pretend-cool Kir, bought a striped scarf and let a winking waiter pour Josie her own small glass. Once the sleepy eyes wore off all our senses woke up – and I must say, it tastes delicious. Wish you were here!