On the streets of Paris, the 11th or 6^th arrondissement, rue oberkampf or Montmartre, near Pigalle you can find a crêpe stand ‘creperie’.  Approaching the creperie the crêpe batter is being poured on to the crêpe griddle the smell of sweetness, warmth and flour hit the air.  The vapors rising from the cooking crêpe, just as quickly as the crêpe was formed on the crêpe griddle it’s being flipped to cook on the other side.  The crêpe is being filled with cheese, and ham.  Before the crêpe is folded up and handed off, some fresh tomatoes are thrown in.

Now its my turn, my stomache juices are pumping from the delicious smells of melting cheese and butter.  Looking above is the menu ‘la carte’ all these choices.  The next  person in line orders “La crêpe à moi, je veux du fromage et des tomates.”  The crêpe is cooked and prepared right in front of you.  My crêpe is handed to me ooh la la