After waiting for the longest time for the cyclists to arrive for the Tour de France, we realised just how long we had been ingnoring our stomachs, and that we were in dire need of something to prevent a full blown, hulk-esque, hangry explosion. We found the nearest food vendor we could, and paid probably 3 or more times more than anywhere else in Paris for some Crepes, but it didn’t matter. We needed food ASAP.
It seems we struck gold with the chosen food vendor, when I asked if I could take a photo (with eating crepes in France seeming like a sufficiently documentable bucket list item) she said “No no no, YOU must make it!” and pulled me round to have my own go. Needless to say, I completely botched it. There’s some serious technique inolved in making a giant crepe with those little stick things! But it was fun nonetheless!