I’ve been out foraging for provisions on our first morning in Paris. I was ready to head back to the apartment when I realized I had forgotten to get coffee when I was in the supermarket. I had been out for quite awhile, so even though we were in Paris, I decided to go to a Starbucks. – Yep, that’s right, Starbucks. There was one just down the street on the corner.
Inside the Starbucks, there was a line, just like any Starbucks at home. But that was where the similarity ended. Quite a few of the drinks on the menu board didn’t have the same names as the ones I’m familiar with. Continue reading “Paris Starbucks, Ladurée, and Hermé”