While I am sure there are certain detractions resulting from a large French populace—the continual demand for liberty, equality, fraternity, and what have you—there are unquestionable benefits as well. The French know their food. Walking around
*a small pause here while Lady Susan recovers from her swoon brought on by the reflections of the feel of buttery fingers and the smell of tangy, yeasty, French loaves*
I live in an area deprived of all baked goods—like there is some unspoken or invisible embargo preventing the establishment of any decent bakery or coffee shop. My excursion into
I performed my civic duty of ensuring their continual success by patronizing these establishments on a regular basis. This was my particular favorite, located at the ByWard Market.
On my last day in
And, while I may have experienced an incident later on in the day, said incident by no means compromised my opinion.
My experience in