The first thing we did after we arrived in Paris — before we even made it inside the apartment where we’d eat fresh baguettes, drink supermarket-bought Châteauneuf-du-Pape and Ruinart and plan our daily adventures for the next month — was to find the nearest café and have a coffee. Because, coffee is life. We’d found our apartment fairly easily, which is no mean feat in the city. But when caffeine runs through your veins as much as exquisite cheese runs […]...