Pain du Paul

I have always thought that I enjoyed good bread. However, being from the states I think my gastronomical range has been stunted. For me good bread was Panera and grandma's sourdough (which was quite good). It's not my fault you know, in the US we eat 10 day old Wonder bread, so in my defense my recent downward spiral into French artisian bread addiction was probably as unavoidable, as it has been rapid.

The shop in Place Stephanie was under construction for some time and none of us knew what it would be. I think they kept this secret, so as to spring upon the populace without warning. So one day while walking to a grocery I was against my will lured to the sidewalk by the smell of fresh raisins and yeast emanating from this just finished store front.

Within I found all manner of baked goods, baguettes, apricot bread, fig, Emmental-infused rounds.

Since this day I am quite at their mercy, consuming a cornucopias variety of breads, rolls and sundry sweets. My first was a warm raisin bread, and now I am eating Camp Remy nonstop. I eat almost nothing else; other food is demeaning and unworthy. I can only hope the fruit varieties can stave off scurvy and other such afflictions.

Below is a link to the Paul website, where sadly without web 3.0 smelli-vision you simply can't appreciate these baked goods, but you can at least look upon them and wonder how your dear friend might somehow escape their doughy clutches.

http://www.paul.fr/uk/produits-pains.php#