Because I was eager to get out of the hostel as often as I could I made sure that I had the majority of my meals out of it. Thankfully there was a little bakery two or three shops up. It was a pokey little store where the ladies behind the counter seemed to know each and everyone of their customers life stories and would chat to them over and again during their visit, all except for me ofcourse. Whatever they don't even know me!!! It even looked like a sterotypical french bakery with wooden woven basket shit hanging off every wall and baguetts and other amazing pastries for sale.
But anyway that is niether here nor there because the real glory of this place (which I am actually convinced is a portal straight into heaven) was their lunchtime chicken baguettes. I had them every day I was there and each time was better than the last. The beauty of the French is that they can turn a simple thing like a baguette, tomato, lettuce and chicken into the most delicious sandwich thing I have ever had. I also loved that they served it with a side of mayonaise and hatred of non fluent French speakers such as myself.
Even though this is what I am sure angel tears would taste like, the hot messes at the bakery only charged me like 2.50 Euros for the baguette and a bottle of water. So here's my tip for Paris, canvas your local area for all the corners bakeries and then launch yourself on their goods. It is cheap and yummy. A dumb hoe once told me that bread makes you fat but if it is European bread it doesn't count right?
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