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In anticipation of summer travel, we asked some of our writers based outside of New York City to share their favorite places. Read Lauren Collins on a gorgeous Parisian toy store; Hannah Goldfield on her hunt for rare fruit in Hollywood; Rebecca Mead on her favorite churchyard in London; Inka Kang on a quirky hyperlocal perfume museum in Berkeley; and Iain Crouch on a pie-filled nature preserve in central Maine. — Shauna Lyon
Local Treasures
Lauren Collins in Paris
Illustrations by Jackson Gibbs
Toy stores – do they even exist anymore? I can vouch for at least one: Le Bruit du Papier, a small but magnificent corner of magic in the Ninth Arrondissement, located directly across from the sports complex where the kids in my neighborhood go to practice judo or learn to play the violin. It’s like putting a bar across from a golf course, basically. No kid can pass by the shiny apple-red window without pressing their nose to the glass and begging to be let in. What I love about Le Bruit du Papier is also what I hate. Its owner, Myriam Artho, knows exactly what her young customers want. They come in droves, with old-fashioned pocket money. (Coins! Le Bruit du Papier still sells them, too.) They enjoy “iced tea sodas,” googly eyes, capybara-shaped smoothies, One Piece branded subway card holders, and, most importantly, anything Legami, the Milanese maker of animal-tipped pens, cute erasers, and other adorable trinkets that are so popular with little Parisian shoppers. As a French toy store, Arthaud occasionally offers something for adults, too. “There will be refreshments for young people and non-drinkers,” read the store’s invitation, urging customers to try the new Beaujolais one recent evening. Dream on, Amazon.
Inku Kang, in Berkeley
Perfumer Mandy Aftel's commitment to natural ingredients makes her an exception in a perfume industry that largely relies on
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