La Parisienne

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the bakery’s display case—a loaf of bread with an extra-long stem of parsley on top. Curious neighbors started buying it for luck, and soon enough, everyone was talking about ‘the lucky bread.’ Soon, people from all over town were coming to buy the special bread, hoping for good fortune. Even a regular who always bought plain croissants started asking for ‘the lucky one.’ One day, though, someone accidentally swapped out the parsley for a carrot—no one could believe their eyes! But instead of anger, there was laughter, and everyone agreed that maybe carrots brought just as much luck.

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside La Parisienne bakery. As he approached the door, he heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: 'Attention, please! Our famous croissants are now available in the shape of smiling faces!' Curious, the driver peeked inside and saw rows upon rows of pastries, each with a big smile plastered on its doughy face. He laughed and thought, ‘What next? Maybe next week they’ll be dancing?’ Walking out, he waved goodbye to a neighbor who asked, ‘Did you get any?’ Smiling, he replied, ‘Just one—with my usual coffee.’

3. In the dim light of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside La Parisienne bakery. As he unloaded crates of pastries, he noticed an unusual sight: a small baguette nestled among the freshly baked goods had a note attached—written in perfect French, it read: ‘Take me home.’ The delivery driver chuckled and pocketed the note, thinking it was some prank. Later that day, as he walked down the street, he saw his neighbor picking up her mail. She smiled and said, ‘Found another one?’ Turning around, he realized there were identical notes stuck on every package delivered to their block. The bakery’s secret turned out to be a charming little joke, leaving everyone with a smile and fresh bread.

4. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside La Parisienne. As he approached the door, a small voice piped up from behind him: ‘Daddy, why does that lady have three arms on her cake?’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw no one else. He shrugged and whispered back, 'Oh, honey, that's just Madame Dubois's special birthday cake—she likes things a little extra-special.' The child nodded wisely and said, 'Okay, Daddy,' then added thoughtfully, 'but can we get some of those without three arms next time?'