I was wrong, I was blinded by notions of the Gallic "small lunch". It was, how you say, boff.
The pictures above look fanciful but Le Cafe Marly was nothing better than a peachy location (in the courtyard of the Louvre). Best bit? Looking down into one of the gallery's sculpture halls en route to the loo. Worst bit? Paying £15 for an odd-tasting green tea, a diminutive plate of passable pastries and a lovely orange presse.
Next day, a more promising find. An airy cafe near the Bourse with huge communal tables bearing jam pots and papers. I forget the name, for it was not memorable. Cool hot chocolate, so-so bread, overdone scrambled egg not cooked to order, underdone boiled egg and a surly waitress.
Paris, j'adore, but not for breakfast.
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