How can you not like a country that offers up a tart like this for dessert? To think that you can walk into a patisserie and have this as one of your choices. This is both a work of art and a culinary treat. I am not sure what entices me more the sweetness or freshness of the fruit.
I will always adore a country that has tea shops everywhere with pastries like this. To think I sat down on a Friday afternoon and enjoyed this pastry. Better yet the tea shop was packed with others like me just stopping to enjoy a cup and a pastry.
The bread. No-one makes bread like the French. I am not a huge bread person when I am home, but when I am there I devour it like it is the last loaf I will ever taste.
And these are just some of the reasons I love France. Seriously I appreciate the fact that the French have pride. It is really the little things in life. When you make a purchase they walk around the counter and hand it to you. They ask you if it is a gift and it is wrapped. They have style. You do not see sloppiness in the way they dress. Plastic surgery, oversized breasts and pumped out lips have not made their way to France. The women are natural. A little make-up but tastefully applied. They love their food and appreciate it. Every neighborhood has a market. The produce is fresh and lovely. Unfortunately you are starting to see more pre-made meals and items in the grocery stores but there are very high food standards in France. Even bread is regulated. For the most part the ingredients are natural. I like that when I walk into a store the madame acknowledges me and says bonjour. I like that the French have a strong sense of family and respect their elders. I adore that the parks are always full of people, couples strolling, parents playing with their children, friends sitting down and chatting and people just bringing a book and sitting down and reading.
Dreaming of France is hosted by Paulita at An Accidental Blog.