Gerard Mulot patissier a Saint Germain-des-Pres
Walking into Gerard Mulot's patissier your eyes will be dazzled by the assortment of pastries. They sit delicately in the display cases like jewels waiting to be placed on a tiara. Soon your nose will start twitching as your mouth wants to taste everything the baker has to offer.
In addition to pastries, the baker has gourmet deli food and la croissant and baguette. Bien sur Messieur Mulot c'est un boulanger. (Of course there are croissants and baguettes, Mr. Mulot is a baker.)
The French have a knack for gift wrapping everything oh so beautifully. Gerard Mulot is no exception. Should you choose to take your pastries home, they will be placed in a lovely pink box. The box is his signature and it is known throughout the city. Even an inspector at the airport recognized the box and wanted the contents for himself.
We discovered the bakery as we were walking on the left bank. The bakery is at 76 rue de Seine in the 6th district.
Enjoying a treat from Gerard Mulot, while sitting along the Seine.
I enjoyed everything in the patissier so much that I needed to bring home some croissants and pastries with me. If I could not stay in Paris, then Paris would come home with me. This is were my troubles started.
As I checked into American Airlines, I thought I could return to speaking English. The woman checking me in wanted to know what was in my bag. Les croissant (six of them to be exact) and la pastissier chocolate. Mais non! she declared je veux parle avec mon supierior. She needed to go speak with her supervisor, chocolate pastries and croissants are not allowed on the plane. This is not for security reasons, but because there would be a riot on the plane if the other passengers realized there was delicious food on the plane.
La inspecteur en arrive. The inspector arrived. On francais, thinking I did not understand English, he told the woman that the pastries were from one of the better pastry shop in Paris and he knew that they would be tasty. He then proceeded to open up the box and stare at what was inside.
He was telling the woman that they would make a delicious morning tea, when I decided to praise him on his observations and knowledge of the French pastry scene. Secretly I wanted to tell him to take his nose out of my pastry box. I sweetly smiled at him and en francais agreed with him that his culinary taste was superb, and these pastries are delicious. I would be enjoying them very much.
Mais oui madame, off course madame, he replied, you can take them on the plane they have passed inspection.
Gerard Mulot, I sat in my kitchen in California and savoured the croissants. As for the chocolate pastries, they were eaten somewhere over the Atlantic.
Should you visit his pastry shop, he sells a recipie book. The photos in the book are lovely. My father has received many calls when I am baking for assistance to translate the recipies and instructions. How Perfect, a chance to bake and practice my french.
