Within just a few minutes of my first-ever steps down Rue Mouffetard, on my first trip to Paris in 2000, I ate a crêpe at Au P’tit Grec. I tried my luck and changed my life. Sweet, savory, it doesn’t matter. 25 years later, there’s still a lineup into the street, they still only take cash, they’re still served by the owner (below), and they’re still amazing.
The shot above is from up the street, past Place de la Contrescarpe. Another maestro whose craft has been honed in the late-night rush when the pubs close and there’s nothing better than a piping hot hug of banana and Nutella.
