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It’s a
great day when a new bakery opens up in your neighborhood. I don’t mean
to brag, but there are six bakeries in my neighborhood. One of those
“great days” was when a particularly lame bakery closed, and a really
good one opened up in its place. And although I don’t like
seeing people go out of business, another bakery that was, for lack of
a better word – also lame – closed, and Maison
Landemaine opened where another bakery had been.
It’s easy
to come across as blasé when people ask about finding the best bakery
in Paris, which sometimes includes a question about if you’re racing to
the bakery that won the Grand
prix de la baguette de tradition française de la Ville de Paris
(an annual
competition for the best baguette in Paris) for your daily
bread. Winning that competition is a windfall for an unknown baker; the
morning after the winner is announced, the lines are a lot longer than
the baker ever imagined. Their baguettes are also served in the Presidential
Élysée Palace for the following year.
 But like
most people in Paris, I tend to get my daily pain in my
neighborhood. (Unless I lived in the Élysée Palace. Then I’d eat whatever
they gave me.) Way back in 2007, I proudly posted a story called The Best
Croissant in Paris, about the most delectable croissant they
made at my neighborhood bakery, which, conveniently, was just across
the street from my apartment.
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