Our Paris Cafe

People have asked us what our favorite 

thing in Paris was. 

(Besides the Eiffel Tower) 

 Our answer is always the little 

place we had breakfast every morning, 

Cafe le St Lazare! 

Our Barista was Pierre, pronounced Perry 

with the emphasis on the "ry". 
He was so handsome and endearing. 

Pierre did not speak English but always 

seemed to know exactly what we wanted. 

We fell in love with him and his young 

female assistant, Odelle, pronounced O-deal. 

She spoke pretty good English 

and was sweet, kind and adorable. 

The last morning we saw her she hugged 

and kissed us goodbye.

(Of course I cried)  

Our usual - cafe (coffee) and croissants. 

There's nothing like the French croissant! 

Crispy and flaky on the outside  

and the inside melts in your mouth. 

 Meet something incredible... 

the chocolate croissant! 

Heavenly!! 

Here I am at the cafe wearing the beautiful 
lace trimmed sweater Marie gave me to 
wear in Paris. I felt so tre chic mon amie! 
Merci!! 

Hubby sure enjoyed the time we spent 
sitting at the sidewalk cafe and watching 
the hustle and bustle of Paris pass by. 

Here we are enjoying our breakfast before 

taking the train to Versailles.

We couldn't miss going to the Palace to 

see where Marie Antoinette lived!  

Thank you for coming to the cafe with us! 

Bisous, Edie Marie

XOXO