Visiting Paris is an opportunity to savour some of the most wonderful food on the planet. When I visited for two weeks in early June, I made up my mind ahead of time that I was not going to deny myself any of their culinary treats and I followed through on that promise. I erased carb and calorie-counting entirely from my vocabulary and opened the door to desserts and bread, figuring I’d deal with the weight gain when I got home. From French baguettes and chocolate chaud to delicious wines, I sampled as many sinful Parisian taste treats as I could manage during my stay and most often from a seat at an outdoor café.
During the course of my stay in Paris, we visited local cafés as often as three or four times a day. Who wouldn’t? Mid-morning coffee/tea/hot chocolate break, outdoor lunch, and mid-afternoon wine-tasting rest break, often followed by a fourth stop for dinner. It was a rough life.
About that budgeted-for weight gain? I didn’t gain a pound. Stayed exactly the same, a miracle I attribute to the fact I was walking all day every day. Maybe there really is something to what they say about that exercise thing.
Nothing is worse than looking at someone else’s vacation pictures and I do not want to bore my BoomerBroadcast readers. Have you seen enough pictures of my writers’ retreat in Paris or do you think you can take one more installment?