Spice hunters

My first stop is Goumanyat and Son Royaume (3 regret Charles-Francois Dupuis), a zest shop housed in an old pharmacist. It's just open four evenings amid the week and from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. on Satur-days. I ring the chime to be let inside. Really popular culinary experts like Pierre Gagnaire and Alain Ducasse stock up here. Brilliant peppercorns, cases, blooms, and stems are shown in glass compartments. Beautiful zest mixes are masterminded under manually written signs that uncover what sort of nourishment and dishes they supplement.

The shop is known for its saffron, sold by the proprietor's family since 1809. There's a table of saffron-mixed aroma, chocolates,

furthermore, confection. I purchase a major bundle of caramels for my sister for 5 euros and wonder about how even the little est buy is painstakingly wrapped in tissue paper and a chic sack.

I break for a croque-madame and fries, then jump on the Metro to

Fauchon (30 place de la Madeleine), a bread kitchen and gourmet market. There are lines and lines of French macarons, fragile baked goods, and flavorful spreads. It's swarmed, so my companions and I circumvent the corner to Hediard's leader store and eatery (21 place de la Madeleine). It feels far expelled from the clamoring road outside—and my email inbox. We share a plate of desserts: a raspberry tart, an energy organic product macaron, a chocolate-coated cake that resembles a small wrapped present, and a lemon custard tart. We ooh la over a plate of dim chocolate squares and Madeleine.

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