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My Morning Spent at a Boulangerie
Every good and romantic experience happens in Paris when it’s raining. Of course, the sunny days are good, too; but, there’s just something about Paris in the rain. Somehow, it’s just breathtakingly beautiful. The day I visited a bakery, tired but excited to learn how to make croissants and baguettes, was no different. The rain was falling down in gentle droplets, making the atmosphere feel soft and sentimental rather than ominous and annoying were this any other city.
We arrived at Le Petit Mitron to meet up with the guide and the cheeky bakery owner (who is lactose and gluten intolerant!). Greetings were had, introductions made and into the bakery we went. We (the 9 of us tourists including the tour guide) jammed ourselves into the tiny kitchen and down a tight set of stairs to where the baguettes were being prepared. Scenes from Beauty and the Beast ran through my mind — Marie! The Baguettes! — and I instantly felt at ease in the tiny basement. The large oven was cozy, and judging from the warmth on this chilly morning, suffocating on hot summer days.
The bakers were jolly and joked with one another as they slid out freshly browned baguettes and readied the fresh doughy ones. I couldn’t help but think of them waking up early every morning, kissing their beautiful wives goodbye, sipping on their black coffees while they walked to work. They laughed with one…
