Strawberry Crepe

Walking through the cobbled streets of the artists' quarter

With no intention to return or reform

I suddenly had the urge to satiate my hunger with some juicy "fraise" crepes

From my previous visit to the famous lane where Dali had left his last impressions

I knew where I would find it, the little window that offered the best crepes one could ever ask for

So without much ado, I kept walking to locate the shop amidst the alley swamped by souvenirs from the city of love

The onslaught of tourists made it super hard to spot the tiny opening in the wall from where a man would literally throw himself out

And make his crepe shop visible to the hunger stricken souls passing by

But what happened today? Did he decide to take a day off from his daily grind?

No crepe shop to be found in the wall etched in my memory

Sad and derailed, I kept walking, 'coz that's what you're expected to do in a popular street bustling with foreigners on a mission to make the most of their long due vacation

As I looked around, my eyes fell on a nifty crepe maker

Who couldn't care less about the commotion outside his shop

Creamy thick batter, raised high, only to make a dollop at the centre of the non-sticky pan

Just enough to be manoeuvred with the spinner and turned into a large paper-thin pancake

The concentric circles it made reminded me of the vinyl recorder I used to fancy at my grandpa's

Glad to see the couple in queue leave with their order so I could place mine

The only words that uttered "Strawberry crepe please!!"

And before I'd realise, the crepe was already hanging in air, ready to be served hot

With a marmalade filling oozing out of its soft delicate folds

Wait, what? marmalade filling?

Who on earth expected marmalade to replace strawberries freshly cut and tossed

I didn't, not the least in my best discovered corner of the 18th arrondissement

Even the perfect papercone wrapper couldn't make my fingers drip any less with the sticky pink concoction

Not to complain, despite being extremely sugary for my taste, it did make me content

Enough food to keep me energised for twelve thousand more steps needed to cover the neighborhood on foot

- @buyinewsoul