I’ve been out foraging early on our first morning waking up in Paris. The item at the top of my foraging list is buying bread. In French, that would be “pain.” It doesn’t sound like “pain,” though, when it’s pronounced. It rhymes with “pan” as in “frying pan,” but instead of the hard “n”, you make a nasally sound so it ends up sounding something like “panh.”
After checking out my bread buying options, I decided to go into a “Kayser” boulangerie to get my “panh.” I went in, looked around, then got in the short line with other early risers waiting to be helped. They had all kinds of bread in there. Continue reading “First Morning in Paris – Buying Bread”
