Our hotel offered a complementary breakfast consisting of freshly squeezed orange juice, chocolate croissants and warm baguettes. It’s a lovely way to start the day.
Then we went to Sacre Coeur, where Maggie impulsively bought a loaf of bread bigger than her head. I helped her eat it.
For lunch, I sat down on the steps of Notre Dame and pulled out a baguette I had stolen from the hotel.
For afternoon snack at Versailles, I consumed a crepe filled with melted chocolate and peeled pears.
For dinner, I decided to be healthy and had white pike with cream sauce…and a serving of crembule.
For nighttime snack, I pulled out travel size packs of Nutella (stolen from breakfast that morning).
From what I can gather, French food consists of carbs and chocolate.