I first fell in love with France when I was in the 2nd grade. I was taking an after school French class and went by the name Nicolette. Or maybe it was Colette. So Asian Nicolette/Colette immersed herself in French culture at the age of 7. The most distinct memory was biting into a sweet crepe that was folded on all four corners into a square pouch with melted chocolate. It was warm and gooey and I thought Paris was the coolest place ever. I still think it is.

I’ve been to Paris three times (and so thankful every time I think about that statistic). My most recent trip was two years ago and I went in search of authentic crepes. Not that I didn’t like my crepe pouch filled with Hershey’s chocolate, but I wanted to experience real Parisian crepes. I did my research and discovered Breizh Café.

Another Saturday at the Ferry Building and I stopped inside Boulette’s Larder, a restaurant/shop on the water side facing the farmer’s market. I have never eaten there but I like to stop inside and see the glass case of prepared food and desserts. This art piece on the wall made me smile as we are in the middle of the Tour de France. The polka dot jersey goes to the best climber in the race and is the “King of the Mountains.”