This is how the French do breakfast:
My crepe had chevre cheese that melted so much it spilled out of every corner, staining my pants. Not that I cared at all. It also had tomatoes, walnuts and oregano. It was called the crepe francaise. I guess if that's what they put in the crepe named after their country, I am definitely ok with that country.
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perhaps this makes me a barbarian, but my favorite Paris street food is hot dog (saucisse, to you) ...
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