So picture this: you’re walking down the street in Paris on a cold night, and you’re hungry. All of a sudden something smells so damned good, so rich winey earthy and rutting, that you absolutely have to hunt it down. You work out that this irresistible olfactory lure is emanating from a ramshackle looking little place on the corner. You step inside, and one of the most power sentimental semaphores ever created—the red-and-white checked table cloth, tells you that yes, you’re in the right place, this is a real Paris bistro.
Tired of getting taxed till the cows come home, belligerent farmers are protesting with a plan to blockade major routes in and out of the city this Thursday. Those venturing beyond the peripherique (shudder) will want to plan ahead and leave extra time to avoid cows, tractors, trucks and angry men with pitchforks.
How many baguettes does the jury of this venerable competition actually taste? And do they swallow?
See all the top ten winners from the 2013 Grand Prix de la Baguette de la Ville de Paris.