Poilâne
Deep under the street, the Poilâne wood-burning ovens
scent the air with the smell of baking bread.
I can close my eyes and recall the delicious aroma
of early mornings on Rue du Cherche-Midi.
"... mark it with a 'P' and put it in the oven
for baby and me"
Poilâne
8, rue du Cherche-Midi
75006, Paris
My mouth is watering as I imagine the smell of freshly baked bread Genie.
ReplyDeleteOh, stop! Now you're just making be drool. :-)
ReplyDeletePoilane is on my "next time" list. Oh, how I'd love to experience it in person. I can smell it now!
ReplyDeleteI can imagine the smell!
ReplyDeleteToby, where are you lad?
ReplyDeleteI bet that smells wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI could spend a month eating just different kinds of bread. Especially those artisan breads, that are a trip to Middle Age, like these. hmm...to tear one piece by hand and to look for different grains in it! Me too, I'm enjoying the aroma in this image! ... miam miam!
ReplyDeleteAre there different recipes? Why mark them before baking...?
What a treat it was to get the "insider's tour" too. My olfactory memory of this one is very strong!
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