From Paris with love

Picture this: It’s a lazy Sunday (well not too lazy lest you forget to make your brunch reservation). You and the entire world are heading to the Marais. All those poor fools will line up for falafels, but not you. Did I mention it’s 60°F? Well it is, finally. You take your seat at one of two tables on the terrace facing east. When the waitress comes by in marine stripes you imagine yourself on the rocky Brittany coast (bear with me here). You start with oysters (remember that time you sucked down halfshells sitting on the breakaway wall in Cancale?), then on to the savory with a glass of cidre and finish with a salty caramel crepe. People (not many, as this is one of the quieter streets during the Sunday rush) pass by and say they have heard this place is great. You smile and break off another flaky, buckwheat morsel of a divine Sunday afternoon.

It would seem that I’m the dernière personne à Paris to discover the crepes at Breizh Café (yes, yes, you’ve probably read about it elsewhere by now). But I am one of the only ones who know you can reserve on the terrace.

Breizh Café
109, r. Vieille du Temple
75003 Paris
01 42 72 13 77
Closed Tuesdays, Open 12pm-10pm

Or in Cancale:
7, Quai Thomas
35260 Cancale
02 99 29 61 76