There was a supermarket close to our house when I was a kid, it was a big unimpressive building at a busy intersection close to the Kroo Town Road market, I donâ€™t think I ever knew its name.
We didnâ€™t shop there much, my mom would sometimes buy baked beans and cheese from there; and once, I remember, laundry detergent.
It wasnâ€™t a particularly fancy store, but itâ€™s was the closest we had to a gourmet store; one time I saved a bit of money and got a bar of Lion Bar just because of a cool ad Iâ€™d seen.
As a kid with an overactive imagination who read a lot, Iâ€™d make up these dazzling characters in my head and wonder about the mundane bits that came with living, like where theyâ€™d buy their groceries or the kind of toothpaste they used.
I imagined them in futuristic looking stores with neon lights and carts designed to follow them around the aisles.
For whatever strange reason, these are the two things I thought about when I went into Fauchon… the old supermarket from my childhood and the imaginary places Iâ€™d made up.
Fauchon is one of those haute gourmet places everyone recommends you visit when youâ€™re in Paris.
The main store on Place de la Madeleine in the 8th arrondissement has been opened since 1886, but you canâ€™t tell from its chic pink and black and white dÃ©cor.
The flagship store occupies three addresses over three levels that include a patisserie, deli, bakery, cafÃ©, a bar, grocery store and an amazing wine cellar.
And thereâ€™s so much amazement to Fauchon, you canâ€™t help but feel like a kid in a candy shop â€“ itâ€™s like something Iâ€™d imagined.