Best bakery in the area for bread, consistently good for many types of baguette, tradition, breads…read morewith grains, etc. The pastries are delicious and varied, but the cakes (American sense of the word) are a bit expensive. They are open every day but Thursday year-round and that work ethic alone gets our loyal business.

How are airport croissants SO good. This totally made up for the fact that I didn't get a chance to…read morestop in a boulangerie on my short trip. I usually stop at Paul in airport or metro waits but I'm sooooo happy Orly is about that Eric Kayser life because they are just SO good. The pain au chocolat is buttery, soft, warm, fresh, delicious and everything you need and more. Not too sweet and perfect avec un petit café. Writing this just makes me want more! Our cashier on that particular morning was cranky and did not look happy to be there. Her colleague was in better spirits and more welcoming. It was also 540 AM and she was serving croissants instead of eating them, so I'd be salty too.

This chain has some decent pastries if you're on the go. I honestly can't believe how good their…read moreproducts are. It was nice to have them at Orly whilst waiting to board a flight to Venice. The coffee and croissants were fresh and delish!

I walked in and suddenly went stupid, forgot every French word I knew. As I'm stammering Fernando,…read moremaybe as a joke, asked if I spoke Spanish. "Well yes my man, I do!" Now my frontal lobe is kind enough to begin working again and I can order. Paul's a chain. For anyone who's traveled in France or has an inappropriately loving relationship with baked goods, me enthusiastically raising my hand, these guys are real familiar. Clean, well stocked stores with dependably great breads, tarts and cakes. This location was no different. I happily gorged myself when I got home but did hold back enough that there were plenty of snacking options for the extended fam. Woke up the next morning looking forward to a little slice of Paul happiness "But...uhh. Where're the tarts?" Turns out the @*%$# dog ate them. She's not my dog so I didn't inflict the whoopin' that any tart sneaking dog deserves but it looks like Fernando and I have a date tomorrow.