The sights.
The smells.
The tastes.
All of good food,
that I bought,
that i got to eat at work.
The feeling of riding to work in the dawn when paris is still sleeping,
seeing the moon against the sky above Notre Dame.
And nobody is on the street.
The fresh peppermint tea I drank.
The people I met who were oh so passionate about there job.
Being a pastry chef in france is not a job,
it's a calling.
I learned so much.
merci beaucoup, Paris!

05. 2011