When you travel, you can learn a lot about where you are by the food they eat. And you aren’t really experiencing a culture unless you eat their food. This is particularly true in France.
Mmmmmmm… the stinky cheese! The thing… and this is one hell of an awesome thing… about France is that they not only make great food, they know how to live with food… no, wait, that sounds wrong. They know how to incorporate food into their daily lives. That’s much better. See, in any town of any size in any part of France, each neighborhood has its own bakery, cheese shop, butcher shop, vegetable market, and specialty food shop. And people stop each day and buy their food fresh. Yeah, you heard me. They eat bread that was just baked and cheese that was just made and meat that was just cut, and vegetables that were just pulled out of the ground. They have a relationship not only with the shop owners, but with the food and where it comes from as well.
I don’t know why this is the only picture of a box of pastries I could find… because I know we got more than one box…
Oh, and my wife found these little sealed cups of French wine on the train. This is an awesome idea… if you like wine… which I don’t… but there does seem to be something decidedly un-French about this idea.