From Munich to Paris

As with all Australians who travel to Europe, due to the long travel time to get here, we are making the most of our trip by hopping across to see other European cities. When flying from Munich to Paris takes about the same time as it does from Sydney to Melbourne, and with travel within the European Union so relaxed that no one even asks to see your passport, you literally can hop across. We had checked in online and were travelling with hand luggage only, which meant all we had to do was to rock up at the airport and make it through the x-ray machines by boarding time. The convenience of it all is still doing my head in.

So, why Paris? Well, not for the usual reason of it being “the most romantic city in the world” etc etc. Apart from it being a cultural, historical and fashion hub of Europe, France in general has held a special place in my heart for twenty-odd years. Having grown up in Sydney and receiving no formal Chinese education, I attended a Canadian-run English-speaking school when living in Hong Kong from the age of 10 to 14. French is a second language in Canada and taught in all of its schools, including the one I was at albeit offshore. Thus my affair with the French language began, which was continued through high school upon returning to Sydney. My French is far from fluent, but there is enough of it for basic survival.


Although just over an hour long, the flights to and from Paris operated by Air France included a light refreshment each way. Our flight touched down in Paris not long after 9am and we navigated our way to the hotel for them to hold our luggage until check-in later that day. The hotel concierge also managed to reserve tickets to Moulin Rouge for us, of which there was only the 11pm session left available. Being first-timers in Paris, this gave us plenty of time for walking around, Métro hopping and sightseeing prior to the show. There was much less eating than we’d hoped as a result, but what we did get to try was amazing.


As opposed to the usual hot food kiosks we see at parks, Paris has lots of stands selling crèpes and – somewhat curiously – hotdogs. They all pretty much have the same offerings and we sampled one with ham and cheese before picking up a couple of bottles of soft-drink in interesting packaging.


I’d actually wandered into a Ladurée store prior to getting the crèpe and almost started hyperventilating at all the pastel-coloured macarons, small cakes, pastries and Hello Kitty macaron merchandise. We reasoned we needed some savoury food first, plus it was a hot day in Paris and we were worried about the melting of any sweets we would purchase. We finally got our mitts on some macarons at the Champs Élysées store which is undergoing renovations until October this year (I know, what on earth are they doing in there for so many months?!), and where a small replica store has been recreated on the adjacent footpath.


The macarons vary in price according to which design of box and how many you get, but I really couldn’t go past their signature green packaging (6 macarons for €14.85, approx AUD$19.80). I managed to narrow down my choice to vanilla (fragrant with flecks of vanilla), single origin chocolate from Ghana (very chocolaty), raspberry (berry explosion with a jammy raspberry filling replete with pips), lemon (tasted exactly like lemon tart filling), pistachio (tasted of real pistachio and not fake almond essence) and salted caramel (with a gooey filling).


While Ladurée is traditional and girly, Pierre Hermé is modern and edgy. From the design and fit-out of stores to the unconventional macaron flavours, the two couldn’t be more different. Macarons are €1.95 (approx AUD$2.60) each for up to 3; purchase more and they are sold by weight. We settled on 2 flavours – a salted butter caramel (buttery and fudgy), and a rose and jasmine (delicate with a tea-like flavour) from the current Les Jardins collection.

The macarons were consumed at various pit-stops during our afternoon of walking travels, so which ones did we like better? The flavours were wonderful from both stores, with both being less sweet than Australian counterparts. However what tilted the scales towards Ladurée for the husband and I were their denser shells with hardier surfaces and smaller amount of filling, making for a shell/filling ratio and texture which we preferred. Now if you like lighter, more delicate shells with a thicker layer of fudgy filling, then Pierre Hermé is probably more your style.


Many hours of sightseeing under a sweltering sun later, we made our way back to the hotel to freshen up and rest our blistered feet. With little time left for dinner, we fell back on hotel room service, which always feels like a bit of holiday indulgence. We chose the Frenchiest things from the menu – soupe à l'oignon, omelette Emmental, and steak frites – and being a nice in hotel in Paris, the meal didn’t disappoint. The soup was rich, meaty and mellow. The omelette was cooked through without being coloured and the cheese within was melted and stretchy, with a well-seasoned side salad of greens. The steak was medium-rare as requested and surrounded by a sticky, caramel-y jus perfect for mopping up with the separately served fries.


We headed out to the Moulin Rouge at 10pm when Paris was still at dusk. Our night out on the town finished around 1am, so we were thankful for the included breakfast with our hotel package the next morning. It was all standard top-notch-hotel-quality but, being in Paris, with better brioche and pain au chocolat. Then the waiter asked if we wanted to order French toast, and we are so glad we took him up on his offer – three roughly 7cm rounds of brioche saturated in sweet eggy batter were presented simply sprinkled with icing sugar, and in want of nothing else.


Our hotel room package also included an afternoon tea with the promise of yet more Ladurée macarons – this time caramel and chocolate ones – which concluded our whirlwind trip to Paris.


Flying back to Munich in the evening provided a last ditch attempt to consume a few more French food at the airport. They don’t do fast-food the way we’re used to at home, with instead heated slices of quiche and even chain-store éclairs and pre-packed baguette rolls being better than what we have available. *sigh*


To say that finally making it to France is a long-held dream realised, doesn’t even begin to describe the emotions experienced that weekend. It’s not just the language and food which capture you – sure, there are too many smokers and people drive like crazy folk with utter disregard for other vehicles and/or pedestrians, but Parisiens really are effortlessly chic and elegant in a city where everyone is in a hurry. Apart from the haul of goodies below, I take away memories of the city while it stole a piece of my heart.


happy eating!

16 comments:

  1. Whirlwind indeed!

    One day!

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  2. great write up! I miss Paris and can't wait to go back. I miss the croissants, the crepes, the baguettes... i could live there and get fat!

    love the pictures... glad you are having a great trip!

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  3. Paris has my heart too. Does Moulin Rouge still have the drugged out snake in the pool scene? It was not what I was expecting at all and I found the whole thing quite a laugh.

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  4. Well, that must be the best weekend away EVER! Looks fantastic. And I've been craving French Onion Soup for EVER, and now I'm craving it even more.

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  5. Paris is really a city that catches your heart isn't it? Not just the whole romance cliche... *sigh* not sure why I tortured myself looking at this, missing Paris again now

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  6. This post just makes me want to visit Paris even more! Looks like you had a fabulous weekend away :)

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  7. What a fantastic weekend away in Paris. Eeee hello kitty macaron packaging looks so cute!

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  8. Looks like a fantastic weekend getaway; if only we could hop to another country in a matter of hours.

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  9. I'm always envious of my UK friends that seem to pop over to Europe for a long weekend all the time. Not fair! Lovely write-up and you've made me yearn for Paris once again!

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  10. oh sunbeam! words cannot express how jealous i am!

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  11. That is such a great weekend getaway! Still absorbing your post and all the wonderful things you ate, really wish I could be in Paris right now!

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  12. happy for and envious of you. love the hotel tea cup and saucer too

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  13. Oh how I yearn for Paris. I love the fact that European air travel is like Australian domestic, just too easy! Glad you guys had a fantastic and flat out weekend in Paris.

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  14. I am sooo jealous of you going to Pierre Hermes! My friend has been raving about it ever since she went. It was 8 years ago! I can't wait to take off onto a European adventure :)

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  15. I can feel your love of Paris from your blogpost! I'm so happy that you got to experience it, even if it was just for a weekend. There's always next time (as I tell myself!).

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  16. I am so THRILLED for you! I know exactly what you mean about dreams coming true. And I am glad you now have the 'visual' calibration of La ville de Lumiere!

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