3 days is never long enough to explore a city like Paris. You have to wake up early, run around like a chicken with its head cut off, and if you are in the right part of town, the chefs may snatch you up and cook you for their busy dinner service. It is so stressful that you don't end up truly enjoying the magic of place. So, I tried something different. Instead of running around like crazy, I would leisurely walk around as much as I could until my legs fell off. Lucky for me, I have long legs.
Paris is a place where you have certain things that are a must see such as; the Eiffel Tower, Le arc de triomph, the louvre, Notre Dame, and the catacombs. They hold a certain part of history in the world that everyone is entitled to. It is up to us to sellout this knowledge and put t to good use in modern times. Although, even with all of the recorded history in France and even the rest of the world, we never seem to truly learn from it.
What we do learn is tradition and of course, food. And what a history that is.
Paris, along with most of the rest of France has one of the richest culinary history's in the world. Paris was the place to be if you wanted to be a top chef in the world. It was the pinnacle of technique and flavor with chefs using militarized systems to create the perfect meal. Fortunately, the world expanded and now we have access to many more cultures whose culinary traditions are just as strong and prominent.
In these three days though, I have seen only a small bit of an amazing city. Everyday was filled with baguettes, foie gras, mustard, rillette, pot au veau, escargot, au poirve, palmier, cafe, fromage, oeufs, and as much food that I could fit into my belly. It reminded me of eating lunch and dinner during my culinary school days. Such a rich culture of culinary tradition, and I stuck my palate right in the middle of it.
Of course, this was all just a teaser for me and without a doubt, I will return to France and gain close to 3 kilos from all the food, bread and butter I will eat. There are so many regions overflowing with beautifully crafted wines that have to be explored and drank. Each of these having their own expression of the land and the people. So when people say that Paris is the city of love, I am not so convinced. It may be romantic to sit under the lit up Eiffel Tower in the twilight of a summer French sky, but this disregards the love and passion that is put into the cheeses, cured meats and wines from the whole of France. If anything, I would say it is the country of love. And I must admit, I have fallen in love with it.
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