No chips: How to picnic the Parisian way

A picnic in Paris shouldn’t be an egg sandwich in a train station, or kebab eaten on a park bench. Picnicking is as much a great tradition in France as petanque or revolution.

It should be a considered meal that you linger over for half the afternoon as you recline languidly on the grass as if posing for an Impressionist painter.

Rest assured though, that women don’t have to take all their clothes off, nor do men remain fully attired in jackets and ties, as depicted by Edouard Manet in his scandalous Déjeuner sur l’herbe in 1863.

Pick your spot. The best picnics are enjoyed amid the topiary and statues of Paris parks and squares, or at locations with views of the Eiffel Tower which, from a restaurant terrace, would oblige you to have the budget of Marie Antoinette to pay for lunch.

The French bourgeoisie popularised the picnic, said to have originated in 17th-century aristocratic country parties. You have to look the part, so set out to conform to every picnic stereotype.

The French gather so much stuff for outdoor dining it’s a wonder they don’t need a mule to carry it all. A nice picnic basket is a must, clanking with proper plates and cutlery.

So is both a blanket and tablecloth, the latter preferably chequered red and white. Who knows, even candelabra and silver salt cellars might still be de rigueur.

Lay out your table settings as if you’re at home – assuming your home is bourgeois and not bohemian, of course. Your choice of food should be as considered. Don’t just throw together leftovers from a fridge.