I won’t lie: going out to eat in Paris can be hard.
If we’ve learned anything from Emily (you know the one), it’s that there’s a gap between our expectations and reality in Paris. For some, it’s coping with the smell of urine on the streets. For others, it’s learning to avoid iPhone snatchers. For me—and likely you, if you’re reading this—it’s learning how to not murder our insides while visiting the land of bread, cheese, and more cheese.