It has been a little more than a month since my Parisian trip, and I have been craving the flavor of this city. The appetite for the flavor, an all encompassing word for the sights, sound and taste of Paris, was seemingly insatiable until today.
Well, Atlanta is not exactly Paris. I have not been able to find the Eiffel Tower, Pont Alexandre III Bridge or the Louvre. When I squint my eyes, sitting in traffic on I-75 can appear to mimic the congestion of the Champs-Élysées; however, the 75/85 connector is not nearly as majestic as the Arc de Triomphe.
It is hard to say that the exact sounds exist here in Atlanta. You don’t have your ride-along jazz performers on the Metro, nor are you completely surrounded by one of the most romantic languages. Up until today, I thought it impossible to be once again enchanted by the native dialect. Yet, a strong desire for a macaroon, crêpe and café brought me to a little piece of Parisian heaven.
Near the Marietta Square, nestled in the inconspicuous house on the corner of Glover and Atlanta Street, sits the yellow café and pastry shop Douceur de France. Run by a French couple, I was welcomed with “Bonjour” and to my surprise, surrounded by many French speaking patrons. I ordered at the counter and sat down at a table on the front patio. The owner quickly brought my café and my pistache macaroon that was reminiscent of the delicacies of Ladurée.
Here is a video about this quaint establishment:
love it :)
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