Paris, Je t’aime et cafe creme.

Fall is always tinged with a bit of nostalgia. First day of school photos, football season and coffee cravings. I remember the best cup of coffee I ever had. It was in Paris. Before heading to our apartment for the week, we had to go to a cafe around the corner and get the key from the bar keeper. Before heading to the apartment, we sat down to enjoy our first cup of coffee. It was pure heaven. I was instantly transformed and ready to live like a (touristy) Parisienne for the week.

There is nothing better than a cafe creme in Paris. And I had one every day.

*All photos taken by my talented husband.

 

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