Weekend in Paris #11
Putting on the Ritz.
Weekend in Paris is a bonus series for paid subscribers—it’s one part recap of my off-duty fun as a baking school student, one part dishing about (temporary) expat life. Bienvenue!
As I’ve mentioned before, my friend has spent considerable time in Paris and also happens to have exquisite taste. So whenever I’m in the mood for an over-the-top experience at the Venn-diagram intersection of “opulence” and “luxury,” I refer back to her list of recommendations.
One of those moments has been a long time coming, mostly because it’s fabulous (and exclusive) enough to have been booked out several months in advance, even though I arrived in the decidedly off-season month of February.
Jenovia had urged me to try the creations of François Perret, who’s at the very top of the international pastry game. You can buy his delicacies “over the counter” at the Ritz Paris Le Comptoir—named the world’s best pastry shop by La Liste in 2024—but I decided to sit down in the Ritz’s Salon Proust for the full experience of champagne, tea, and sweets.
I mean: when in Paris, right?
