Liberté, Egalité, Crème Brûlée
You would have thought that by now, I'd be getting to know my way around town, sniffing out the best croissants. Well, clearly not!
I was in the 10th arrondissement - an area that I don't go to so often but I like it when I do because it shows me another side of life in Paris and that keeps me on my toes.
For example, I needed to print a document. I went into one of the slightly dodgy internet café corner shops and asked how much it would cost. "30 centimes," I was told. Deal. I sat down and printed the form. When it came to paying, the price was suddenly "50 centimes." (Not a huge amount of money I know, but a huge jump nonetheless.) In the end, I haggled and paid 40.
Also in this area is the Canal-Saint-Martin, and in particular the Place Stalingrad which during the summer months is always packed full of people. In November, the area has a much different feel - joggers, kids on their bikes, and the odd brave person sitting having a coffee in front of La Rotonde restaurant.
Anyway, while I was there, I decided to pop in and see if a boulangerie that I'd been in before was any good for croissants.
From the display in the window, it looked promising.
But no, all I can say is: Dry. Burnt. Flaky.
The inside was actually alright, but I had - and I think I still do have - those annoying flaky bits in my teeth not letting me forget that burnt flavour.
I'm not even going to tell you the name of the boulangerie because it was so bad. If you want to know so you don't go there yourself, it was just up from Jaurès metro station.