We had such a special first breakfast in Paris here. I had the best French toast I’ve ever had, and my partner loved her meal just as much. The cappuccinos were so good that we ended up buying coffee.

When my only true Parisian friend told us she was taking us to the oldest cafe - the first of its kind - I loved the idea to spend my Saturday afternoon with tea and good friends in a historical site.

The coffee at the wonderful Café Verlet is everything Starbucks reduced to rubble: charming and warm, with delicious drinks and light bites - top marks for the “pain perdu” (aka French toast over the