There's more to the grand French department store than fashion. There's food.
In the years I've been going, I've learned that it's VERY important to approach and attack with a plan. First stop, the cheese counter, where several goat cheese medallions are decorated like fabulous little Christmas trees. I was so excited when I saw this that I whipped out my camera to snap a picture.
"NON!" I was told, in the officious tone the French are so good at. They didn't care that I'm a professional photographer. Here's my expert advice: You shouldn't try to take pictures in the department store unless you want someone to "escort" (which is to say, shadow) you during your entire visit. Bonjour, Louis. I see you glaring from behind the baguettes.
Next stop, the sugar aisle, with the most extraordinarily perfect cherries that reminded me of a Cézanne painting. My inner Betty Crocker was awakened by an infinity of sugar cubes. Small cubes, big cubes, green cubes, pink cubes — everything to decorate the most fabulous wedding cake you can imagine. I have never made a wedding cake, but the possibilities seem limitless.
Last stop, the charcuterie counter. I started salivating just looking at the sausages for sale. I needed to buy something to placate my shadow, so I pointed at the display and the guy wrapped it up. I thought I had ordered half a kilo, but what I received instead was a package the size of a packet of smokes with a price tag of less than one euro. It was the most delicious and best deal in Paris.
Le Bon Marché
24 Rue de Sèvres
75007 Paris, France