olfactory Paris

There are a couple smells that I absolutely love here in Paris. The first, the eggy waft of crepes on the wind, is pretty indigenous to France, so it's not surprising that I've never smelled it in the states. The second and third, though, are more or less banal, but I've only noticed them here.

Bakeries. Boulangeries. You always know that you're coming up to one by the yeast in the air. No matter which way the wind is blowing, the boulangerie smell always entices you forward.

Cologne. Men. Most mecs smell amazing here, and the scent always lingers after you've passed them in the street. Always. Doesn't matter how attractive - or not - the guy is; I almost always do a double take just because of his aftershave/cologne/whatever it is that men wear.

Yummm.