How the beautiful french women eat this wonderfully rich food and still fit into their fabulous fashion is a mystery to me. (No paleo diet happening here!) Is it really all the walking? I'm getting on the scale upon returning home to test out that theory; I've been putting in the miles each day while keeping to the concept of everything in moderation!
A few days into the trip now, celebrating our gal's birthday was on the agenda, beginning with a visit to the renowned Angelia for brunch. We wanted to discover for ourselves if they indeed have the best hot chocolate, anywhere. And I'd heard a rumor from a fellow traveler that the caramelized onion quiche was not to be missed.
Yes. The Best. If over the top, unbelievably rich appeals to you. Melted chocolate, straight I do believe, with a dollop of whipped cream on top.
The quiche lived up to the recommendation as well, though also rich...
... making me wish a long ride on a bike sitting outside the establishment was an option.
But instead, the Metro carried us to the designer shops on Avenue Montaigne.
Valentino, Prada, Chanel, Jimmy Choo, Max Mara, Chloe, Dior, Armani and more.
This is shopping on a whole other level, with sleekly dressed handsome men opening the door for you with greetings upon your arrival and the reverse upon departure. Most were very, very pleasant, with a few giving us a bit of the "who are you?" treatment. One kind woman at Valentino, where we enjoyed taking in the most marvelous line of colorful and feminine spring designs, offered Max a cola (which he declined perhaps sensing that would put the pressure on mom to actually become a shopper), while the cool reception award goes to Chanel. There turning a corner into a salon where men were sipping champagne as garments were tried on was a clue that a subtle turnaround was in order as we browsed our way out the boutique.
The boys abandoned the shopping trip not long after its start. Can you blame them? But not before fitting in another attempt at a "photobomb." Has this trend hit your photo taking efforts?
The rest of the day included more wandering, dinner and a very random meet up with the family we had stood in line with at the Eiffel Tower for nearly two hours the day before. How odd is that, in a city this size?!
The night closed with a trip to Laduree, which is famous for their claim to making the best macarons. I'm not a connoisseur by any means (having eaten about 2.5 of them in my entire life) but the overall consensus from our group was a big thumbs up.