Fleuron de Canard

I know it’s really disgusting but me and my family ate two tubs of these on our 3 day trip in Paris. It’s just so amazing with fresh French bread.

It has to be kept refrigerated so we couldn’t take more home with us.

Ruby Foodie – Paris Part 2! Le marché des Enfants Rouges

If you ever find yourself in Paris, you should pay Le marché des Enfants Rouges a visit. It’s the oldest market in Paris and they have the best crepe I’ve ever had. The market’s hours are a little limited, I’ve been there at least four times only to find empty stalls and people closing up.

There’s numerous family owned ethnic food stands including, Japanese, Italian, Moroccan and Middle Eastern. We had a delicious lunch at the Japanese restaurant last time we were in Paris, so this time we decided to try something different.

I’m not a big fan of couscous. My family liked it though!

We loved the pastilla at the other restaurant so much that we got another one. This one without all the frills was still delicious. I loved the clay dishes and the friendly waiter. He was obviously the family servant (the son) forced to work obediently at the family restaurant. We asked for an extra plate but he thought we ordered mint tea (I have no idea what happened there) and he had to take it off our bill. We felt really bad and left him a bigger tip because we accidentally got him into trouble.

The mint tea was really refreshing after the meal but it was way too sweet. The fresh mint and honey was a wonderful combination though.

Snaps from Paris

A little over-due post from my trip to Paris with my family.

Apparently not every hotel room in Paris has a view of the Eiffel Tower like they do in the movies.

We had a view of a busy street, and I know a lot of people often review hotel rooms and complain about how “noisy” it is but I think that’s silly. You should be able to sleep through a fire if you’ve done your job as a tourist, you should be able to fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow, with your shoes on, after a long day of touristing around. Or just close your window.

Growing up in Hong Kong has taught me to tune out any kind of street noise.

We stayed in a comfortable and clean apart’hotel which is a really nice set-up for families and large groups because there’s a kitchen and space to “entertain”. Having a kitchen allows you to buy and eat local produce/groceries and save money and stress on finding an “authentic” restaurant to eat at for every meal.

We have all seen or been one of those couples or families wandering the streets with our backpacks and city maps fighting and snapping at each other about what and where to eat. Mostly it’s just the hunger talking, but it goes a little something like this:

“I DON’T CARE, JUST PICK A PLACE!”

“BUT WHAT DO YOU WANT?! SOME INPUT WOULD BE NICE!!”

“IF WE KEEP WALKING THIS WAY THERE’S NOTHING TO EAT!!!”

“THESE RESTAURANTS ARE ALL TOURIST TRAPS!!!!”

“WHATEVER, I’M NOT EVEN HUNGRY ANYMORE!!!!!”

*ends up eating dinner silently at McDonalds*

McCafe has awesome macarons only available in France, so actually– don’t write off McDonalds.

We squeezed in a day trip to Versailles!

Versailles has an awesome discount, people under the age of 26 who are residents of the EU get in for free! So my sister and I got in for free! (I flashed my Danish Social Security card that I got when I was studying in Copenhagen 😉

We were lucky to be there on a hot sunny day, look at that beautiful garden!

The grounds are broken up into different areas, and these last three pictures are from the Marie Antoinette part of Versailles. We walked there from the main castle and we couldn’t get ourselves to walk back, they are not joking around when they say that Versailles is monsterous. My sister and I fell asleep on the ride back to the main castle.

Don’t even think about walking the whole thing, your legs will break.

I was listening to the Rick Steves audio guide that I downloaded onto my phone. At one point I had my headphones on, the museum audio guide thing on, my purse, and a camera hanging on my neck. #crazytourist

And of course, it’s not a trip to Paris until you’ve seen the Eiffel Tower.

It was my second time there, but I still haven’t been up the tower. Last winter, we stood at the base of the tower and almost froze our fingers off from taking pictures and breaking the snot icicles off our noses, so the thought of going up 320 metres (1050 ft) seemed suicidal. This time, one look at the line under the tower was enough to turn us around (not before taking about a hundred pictures). Paris in the summertime is a clusterfuck.

I love these flippity flappity boards. In our digital age, most airports and train stations don’t have these anymore, so seeing this one in action was a treat as we were waiting for our train back to Amsterdam.