Paris Day 8: Best Organic Market and Sandwiches in Paris

When I was planning our recent week-long trip to Paris, I felt a little like Willy Wonka at the beginning of the factory tour:

“But hurry please, we have so much time and so little to see. Wait a minute! Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you.”

The list of what we did see and do is dwarfed by all we did not have the opportunity to experience – which is fine. I will be back again soon.

But quite of few of you have asked about the trip and I have struggled where to start.  So, using Willy Wonka as inspiration, let’s start on the last day and go in reverse.

Last day. Rainy. Cold. Spring. Typical Paris – and I loved it.  Flight leaving in three hours, which is just enough time for one more quick meal and for the Husband and me, every meal had now become a simple affair of bread, cheese, charcuterie, and wine.

While the Husband tackled our leftovers, I headed down the street and decided to try once more to practice my French – which consists of a lot of stumbled over greetings and unfortunately, pointing at items.

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Makes sense that the last day, I would end up at a place that was straight out of Brooklyn: Organic. Not Cheap. Sells produce next to the sandwich counter (because ramps go with sandwiches?).  Bottled water is twice the price of the water at the bodega and I couldn’t pronounce a single sandwich’s name.

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While I am sure there was sandwich that used the caviar as a spread, I was able to quickly translate the smoked salmon on rye scrawled on the chalkboard menu.  The shopkeeper and I exchanged a few raised eyebrows with a questioning “oui” after each ingredient.

I guess he finally understood my broken french/english when I said, “whatever you think is best” – which is really the best way to order anything in Paris – because he turned to the counter and started making my order.

While he made my sandwich, I browsed the cheese and condiments.  Yes to all. One of each.  How many grocery items will fit in my carry-on bag?!?!

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A nice lady entered, chatted with the shopkeeper/sandwich maker and picked out some lovely produce (including a ramp – I guess they are in season).

When she turned her back, I took a picture of her basket of produce and I wondered how “tourist” or “blogger” would translate?  Neither person paid me any mind, so I just keep snapping away.

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After about three minutes, my smoked salmon sandwich was complete, wrapped in adorable owl branded wax paper and handed to me.

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Last day. Last meal. And I have to say it was the best damn sandwich I had all week.

Still kicking myself for not venturing into the shop on the first day of the trip. But I am not worried because I will do exactly that…next time.

 

 

L’Epicerie Générale
43 rue de Verneuil
7e
Paris

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