Ever since reading about Le Voltiguer on Everyday Musings, I dreamt of the simple french fare and freshly squeezed citron presse.
It was everything I thought it would be.
Perched perfectly on the corner of Le Marais district, it was so perfect for people watching I went back twice in my three days in Paris.
I loved everything about it. From the old interior & charming faded paint, to its menu consisting of whatever the chef felt like making you, it was unapologetic in the best way.
With a glass of Bordeaux Red and the best salmon quiche I've ever had, I could have stayed there and people watched for hours.
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