When Paris Isn’t What You Expected, Go To a Cafe
This is the Travel Take, where Matador’s writers and editors make the case for their favorite travel hacks, tips, and personal tics.
In her 2001 memoir Comfort Me with Apples, restaurant critic Ruth Reichl recalls the tastes that, for her, embody France: soft white bread and pots of bitter coffee. At the time, her ideal morning in Paris was spent sitting in a cafe. It’s mine, too, and it should be yours.