People often ask me - 'What's Paris really like?' I start to tell them and sometimes I see their eyes widen in surprise and their mouths drop open in shock. Oops I think. I'm telling that person about the wrong Paris. Or am I? Is there a 'real' Paris?
Did you know that one international embassy in Paris has an emergency hotline for their citizens? This vital phone number is for those who have come to Paris and been so shocked at what they've seen, and wracked with disappointment, that they need immediate counseling and emergency evacuation back home.
Well not to visit the Queen. "To eat a fish pie," I grinned at the UK border security person. "So you're going to London from Paris for one day to eat a fish pie?" she confirmed, clearly amused and thinking that it was her lucky day not to get the same old answer. "And you live in Paris?" she continued, looking over her glasses at me. "Why?"
Because it's an adventure I thought as I sat on the train a while later. That's really my only answer. Likewise, I decided to get the Eurostar to London, 2 1/4 hours away, just to eat a fish pie. It would be an adventure. You sometimes have to create adventures. If you don't, much like life, nothing will happen. True, it's not that France doesn't hold adventures for me. Of course it does. I have about 70 blog posts to prove it. But I'd got it into my head that I wanted a fish pie and like baguettes are French, fish pie is British. An adventure had to be created!
Easy peasy. Let's go!
I love food and I love writing. While I wouldn't be a food blogger if you paid me, I love writing about food-related adventures.
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Monoprix. One of many.[/caption]
Like festivals in Melbourne, walk around a corner in Paris and you'll find a supermarket. And, since some law in France finally came into the 21st century, some of them (I know this will shock some readers) are even open on Sundays!
One of the things my friends and I agree on about travelling (I will never think camping is fun though) is the joy of going to supermarkets in other countries. We also like visiting pharmacies too for the different things we discover. I'm not sure however you'd enjoy reading about the brand of sanitary products I found in Paris called Nana (although it never fails to amuse me)...
Inevitably, a blog post was destined to be solely about food. Whilst one might have thought it would be about food in Paris, there you have to dig to find good food from other cultures. Melbourne beats Paris easily for multicultural delights found in abundance. In my opinion. Which isn't at all humble I might add.
My two weeks in Melbourne this time was spent living at the top end of Bourke Street, with one side predominately part of Chinatown
. On my side of the street however there has also developed a mix of Korean and Japanese eating places.
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Disconcerting wih eyes looking at me? A little.[/caption]