Parisians are not too keen on breakfast. They are very passionate about their boulamngeries and breads though. So early in the wee hours of seven I ambled my way to look for this little bakery in the Marais area. A refuge of activity for a sleepy city, the smell of freshly baked breads and pastries. It is now a restaurant as well! The signature "Poilane" sourdough bread is a must. Perfection. And we could not have enough of the Punitions. Alas the original baker Lionel Poilane has passed away but her daughter is now at the helm of their successful and profitable business. I have to track down their London branch as well to see how consistent their breads will be accross the border.
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