I stopped by here almost every day I was in Paris, to pick up some straight-from-the-oven cookies or one of their fruit tarts. And maybe a slice of cheesecake for later. And there’s no way I could pass on that pie with the peaches and raspberries. In other words, I was on vacation, and indulgence without consequence was the order of the day.
This place was amazing!
Les Petits Mitrons, a little pâtisserie in Montmartre, doesn’t have a website, but you can see some of its sumptuous creations here. In France, the word “pâtisserie” is a guarantee of quality, because by law, it may only be used by bakeries that employ a licensed master pastry chef who has undergone rigorous training and passed a written examination. They take that sort of thing v seriously here, which is yet another reason I love France.
On the Name Les Petits Mitrons
A “mitron” is a baker’s boy, so the name of the shop can be translated to “The Little Baker’s Boys,” although in English, which is a tricky tongue, that could lead to some confusion as to whether the baker or the boys were being described as “little.” (Hint: It’s the boys.)