My last meal in France. I got up this morning and took the metro to a familiar neighborhood for breakfast. Somehow I'd never made it to Eric Kayser before, and I was determined to see if their croissants and pastries were all that.
what I had at Blé Sucré yesterday. The canelé tasted alright, but was kinda soggy...
But the real reason I'm here is actually across the street... Androuet has a shop here, and I continued to hang out in Maison Kayser after finishing my pastries, waiting for the cheese shop to open. They finally did at 9:40am - only 10 mins after the official opening time. I was their first customer of the day.
I checked-in my very full suitcase, filled with jars of jam and unpasteurized soft cheese... coming in just under 29kg. With my bag of Pierre Hermé macarons in hand, I boarded my flight and headed home.