Paris: A Super Sweet Fall

Spending last fall in Paris, I knew I would have ample time to revisit all my favorite sweet spots plus discover plenty of new ones. And as a type A person determined to make the most of her time in the city, I kept a constantly updated note on my iPhone that tracked all the spots I wanted to try. Over the course of four-ish months, I wound up checking off a lot of the treats on my list – though, since it’s Paris, it goes without saying that there are a lot more left for later visits.

There are plenty of other eclairs in Paris, but I always wind up gravitating toward L’Éclair de Génie. For one, there’s a branch in one of my favorite neighborhoods (Le Marais, but of course). And for another, they’re just so damn pretty! Little, delicious works of art.

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Whenever I’m abroad, there’s always one question I struggle with: what sort of gifts should I bring home? In Paris, I’ve found the ultimate answer: treats from Jacques Genin. While there are a million things to choose from (and all of them great), I’ve discovered that the number one showstopper are their pâte de fruits. The flavors are pure and pack a real punch, and my family always gobbles them up.

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Though neither of us are morning people, a friend and I decided to make it a priority to grab a fancy breakfast at Angelina one day before heading into work (conveniently, our office was just around the corner). Angelina is touristy and pricey, and not everything on its menu is a hit (cough scrambled eggs cough), but I still find myself always enjoying the experience. One item there that is 100% worth the hype? The chocolat chaud. Paired with the pain perdu, it was a decadent morning, to say the least.

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Just down the street from Angelina, I had another very elegant experience taking afternoon tea at Le Meurice. As afternoon teas go, it’s pretty standard, but a few things stand out: the room itself (the ceiling is gorgeous) and the fact that they bring out trays of fresh, literally just-from-the-oven madeleines. Oooh la la!

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Of all the sweets in Paris, one of the most intriguing has to be Aux Merveilleux de Fred. Little meringues coated in whipped cream, merveilleux are airy, delicious, and picture perfect.

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One of my favorite little luxuries in Paris? Grabbing an outdoor table at Odette (from which you can peer down the road and catch a glimpse of Notre Dame) and having a cream puff or two. Aren’t they adorable?

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When I saw a picture of l’escargot chocolat pistache on Instagram, I knew I had to book it to Du Pain et Des Idées and score one for myself. And let me tell you: this was just as good as the ‘gram promised me it would be. The chocolate and pistachio combination is to die for. Plus isn’t Du Pain’s storefront just lovely?

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One thing I’ve come to realize: though the ever ubiquitous macaron would seem to be the blogger’s best friend, I don’t actually care for macarons that much. Quelle nightmare! Of late I’ve concluded that, to me, most macarons taste exactly the same (like pure sugar). The one exception: salted caramel macarons, which are just about the only flavor I buy any longer. And to get them, head to the Pierres: Pierre Hermé and Pierre Marcolini, both of which whip up a mean salted caramel mac. Pierre Hermé is pictured below, and let me tell you, if you can manage to eat a salted caramel macaron while strolling through the Jardin du Luxembourg on the perfect autumn day, you pretty much are living the dream.

Pierre Hermé Salted Caramel Macarons

Fun fact: the first fancy schmancy Parisian pastry I ever had was at Fauchon, way back in the summer of 2006. I vividly remember getting off the Métro, guidebook clutched in hand, and making my way timidly into the shop: the éclairs were all miniature works of art (I couldn’t believe that one of them was frosted in blue and green), the salespeople intimidated me, and I had never felt so fancy in my life. Flash forward a decade, and I found myself living right near that very Fauchon (because life is funny like that, isn’t it?). And so, to celebrate my first day back in the city, I made my way to Fauchon and bought one veeeeery patriotic éclair. Vive la France indeed.

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And there you have it: fall 2015, as told by pastries. I am already counting down the days – literally – until I can go back and discover even more sweet spots in “my” beloved Paris.

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