7 hours in Paris


7 hours is not quite enough time to leave the Charles de Gaulle airport, but this was Paris and the Giants game was on. Even if the Giants game wasn’t on I still wanted to take the train to Paris, if not to have a fabulous meal than to have some street food.

When Angel and I lived in Paris in 2001-2002, we stayed at the Cite Unitersité for 2 weeks and there was an amazing crepe place near the metro stop Alesia. Every now and again we hunger for those crepes. In Bulgaria, we have palachinki, but the batter is different, sweeter.

I managed to find a bar in the 5th called the Long Hop, which coincidentally I have been to at some point in my life, but I can’t recall exactly when. The game was abysmal and they G-Men got their asses handed to them, but the night was not a total loss. On the way back to the airport Angel and I managed to get some grub. A champignon et fromage (mushroom and cheese) crepe for me and a hot dog for Angel. Not as great as the one I remember, but a slice of Paris none the less.

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Author: caseyangelova

Eating, Gardening & Living in Bulgaria www.caseyangelova.com

4 thoughts on “7 hours in Paris”

  1. I think I was missing French fast food in general. On the way back to BG we had a layover in Paris… again and I got a poulet crudité. I truly love that sandwich… even in the airport it was still tasty.

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