Day One; Cheeses 1, 2, and 3!

tasty, tasty, madame...

Hey friends and lovers. It's your jet-lagged old pal Nat, bringing you some good news from the other side of the pond: je suis arrivée!! I somehow made it from Charles de Gaulle, to a bus, to a taxi, to a café table in just over 3 hours with just over 100lbs of luggage. (Sidenote: what was I thinkingggg...) It seemed only right to celebrate, so I did just that, with two espressos, a kir de cassis, and a lovely croque madame. Let it be known that the croque madame is just a sandwich with cheese and does not count as cheese itself...

After waiting for another spectacular 3 hours for our Air Bnb host to arrive, we set about for a walking tour of our 'hood du jour: the 11eme! Home of the Canal St. Martin, and mere steps from the historic Marais, I decided it was fairly cool, though I was seeing it through a haze of cheesy grins and random pronunciations of "oh Paris!"

For dinner, it was decided that nothing was more fitting than bread, cheese, and some red wine. So we hopped over to the nearest boulanger (a 2 minute walk), and then continued onto the Franprix (5 minutes more).

the bleu and the goat

Our takings:

#1: The king of all bleus, St. Agur! My favorite bleu (that I didn't discover until returning to the States) is firmer over in France, but remains super smooth and takes you up to a sharp edge before leveling off into heaven...mmm...

#2: A smooth friendly babe, Chevre de l'Ardèche! She's a watery goat cheese, pasteurized but young, and is creamy with a baby goat bite at the end. I liked her best with the salami we picked up.

we need more of this stateside

#3: Your French mainstay, Camembert! It was a generic version, because we are poor homeless language assistants. Nevertheless, the mushroomy, stinkier cousin of Brie was everything I remembered, and was smooooth like butter. Cheesy butter.

All were enjoyed with heavenly fresh baked baguette! Next time though, I'm going in for baguette à l'ancienne...

Coming up tomorrow, I embark on the impossible task of finding a place to live in a huge city full of immigrants and people who speak French way better than I do. The plan is to round off my inevitable disappointment with De Clercq frites and a nice pint at WOS bar...wish me luck!