I appear to have developed a habit.
Not the worst of habits, as vices go. But a deliciously decadent one: cake.
Wandering the streets of Paris over the last few weeks, as the city warmed up with the caress of spring’s fingers, I’ve found myself nibbling sweet treats on almost a daily basis.
I’ve lots of other pastry, chocolate and cake shops earmarked for a visit, but so far there’s been no shortage of tasty treats.
Eclairs have always been a favourite of mine. My grandmother made gorgeous ones, and seeing so many lined up in the windows of bakeries here has brought back some lovely memories of her homemade eclairs, oozing with freshly whipped cream.
The best cake I’ve guzzled so far in Paris? A salted caramel eclair from L’Eclair de Genie, a swanky bakery with every eclair flavour you can imagine.
Another highlight was a gooey, nutty, crunchy masterpiece from a small bakery in Montmartre that I happened across on a lazy stroll. Its take on the popular Paris-Brest cake (choux pastry with a praline flavoured cream) was quickly devoured in a little park.
I imagine there’ll be plenty more cake as myself and Paris continue to get acquainted.