595 Quotes About Paris

In addition to Cupcakes & Co., there is Berko, an American-style French bakery with outposts in the tourist-friendly Marais and Montmartre quartiers, serving circus-like flavors such as banana and Nutella, tarte tatin, and Oreo. Across town in Saint-Germain, Synie's Cupcakes takes the elegant route with chocolate ganache, lemon ginger, and dulce de leche with sea salt.

Now Ispahan is his most celebrated flavor combination, but by no means the only one. Over the years he's created macarons such as chocolate and passion fruit; raspberry and wasabi; peach, apricot, and saffron; white truffle and hazelnut; and olive oil and vanilla. They may sound funky, but trust me, they are all delicious.

No hubo manifestación de protesta. Pero nos buscamos y nos abrazamos en la plaza. Algún día todo eso será un recuerdo. Algún día, más allá de eso, abra una placa. Y algún día todos pasarán por delante, con algo más por lo que protestar o que demostrar, y tal vez pensarán en nosotros.

What about those men you read about in newspaper stories who walk out of their homes saying they are going down to the corner to buy cigarettes and are never heard from again? This is Paris. I am here. What if I never go back?

...because one of the privileges of Paris, one of its rarest graces, bestowed only on those who know how to WASTE TIME there, is suddenly to show itself in unusual guises...

Hem, you know I don't think that owner's wife where you live likes me. She wouldn't let me wait upstairs for you.''I'll tell her,' I said.'Don't bother. I can always wait here. It's very pleasant in the sun now, isn't it?''It's fall now,' I said. 'I don't think you dress warmly enough.''It's only cool in the evening,' Evan said. 'I'll wear my coat.''Do you know where it is?''No. But it's somewhere safe.''How do you know?''Because I left the poem in it.

The girl spread her arms as though she owned the place. "Welcome to Paris""Thank you. I'm Sophie""Yes. We established that,

When he craved contact, he stopped in to visit the Cézannes and Monets at the Musée du Luxembourg, believing they had already done what he was striving for—distilling places and people and objects to their essential qualities.

Paris was like a cranky Venkat without his morning filter coffee.