On Sunday mornings, I tend to wake up with a dim sum craving. It’s… inconvenient.
While there is good dim sum in Paris, it turns out it’s way out in the 13th, in the southeast corner of the city. Well one morning I convinced some expat friends to make the trek (in the snow! Uphill both ways!) in search of dumplings and cha siu bao.
Blurry friends are blurry!