When we lived in Paris, the Eiffel Tower was not very far from our apartment, so I would jog around the Champ de Mars in the early morning, scattering pigeons and inhaling the fragrance of fresh baked baguettes emanating from the nearby boulangeries. Our favorite was Poilâne on Boulevard de Grenelle, especially noted for their miche, the best (and most romantic) bread I have ever eaten. Not to mention their tarte aux pommes, which alone is worth a trip to Paris.