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Forget the sights. Eat your way through Europe

Notre Dame? The Louvre? A food-loving traveler passes by many must-sees in Paris (and beyond) on his way to must-eats.

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Secco

Get the financiers, little almond cakes shaped like gold bricks (hence the name) at this bakery. 101 Rue de Rennes, Paris

L’As du Fallafel

Wait in line at the outdoor window — it goes quickly — and eat your falafel (under $10) on the street. 34 Rue des Rosiers, Paris

Le Jules Verne

Lovely, if expensive, food with an unbeatable view (it’s 400 feet up in the Eiffel Tower). Main courses from $87, tasting menu $270. lejulesverne-paris.com

Mercat de la Boqueria

Hundreds of shops and food stand at the Barcelona market, plus the outstanding tapas bars Pinotxo, Bar Central and El Quim. boqueria.info

Neal’s Yard Dairy

Taste as many British cheeses as you have the time and appetite for at this London shop.

17 Shorts Gardens, nealsyarddairy.co.uk

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By some people’s definition, I’ve never been to Paris, even though I’ve traveled there a half-dozen times. That’s because if you handed me a list of the city’s must-see attractions and asked me to check off the ones I’ve been to, I’d be forced to admit that I must not have seen most of them. Or if I did, they were little more than a blur.

Notre Dame, towering over the Ile de la Cite? I couldn’t be bothered. The Pompidou Center? It looks plenty cool from the outside, sure — enough to win the world’s most prestigious architecture prize. But not enough for me to break my stride.

What’s my rush? Why don’t I stop and smell the roses — or at least ogle the stained glass? It’s not that I’m uninterested in art, architecture, theater, music or other cultural touchstones of a place as rich as the City of Light. Far from it. But my primary interest commands too much of my attention, and I’m trying to pack it all in.

I skip most of the must-sees because I’m headed for the must-eats.

I know Notre Dame primarily as that imposing structure that rises into the sky on the way across the river to Secco, my favorite bakery on the Rue de Rennes — the one with the perfect “financiers” — those gold-brick-shaped (hence the name) almond cakes.

Pompidou’s modern-art museum may hold works by the likes of Dali and Kandinsky and Warhol and Calder, but I mostly think of it as eye candy for my walk to the best falafel shop in the city.

One Paris oversight is so egregious that I hesitate even to admit it. But here goes: Every time I’ve visited, I’ve been too busy making my way from macaroon shop to farmers market, from wine bar to rotisserie, that I’ve never actually made it all the way into — get ready for this — the Louvre. The Louvre!

It seems so ridiculous, but the fact is, whenever I’ve had the choice between lining up to see the Mona Lisa and lining up to bite into a kouign-amann, a fabulous pastry from Brittany that tastes like the love child of a croissant and a sticky bun, well, you know what wins out.

It’s the same everywhere I travel, to one degree or another. Over five days in London, you’d think that I could clear an evening for a West End play or two — but not when I want to eat as much Indian food as time will allow. A single theatrical experience might mean one fewer High Street curry house, an equation that just doesn’t work for me.

On one visit there many years ago, I came up for air from my chicken tikka masala and rogan josh to visit Covent Garden, but you can probably guess that my destination wasn’t the Royal Opera House, magnificently restored and certainly one of the city’s most glorious attractions. No, it was little Neal’s Yard Dairy for a sampling of exquisite raw-milk cheddar — and Wensleydale, Stilton, Shropshire and other UK cheeses of a quality I had never before experienced.

I’m on my most touristy behavior when I have company. When I went to Barcelona several years ago with my sister, I knew that if we didn’t manage to soak up some Gaudi, especially the wild and unfinished Sagrada Familia church, she would have disowned me. Thankfully, she’s also as interested in food as I am, so we returned time and again to La Boqueria, the famed food market.

The truth is, I know that I’ve learned plenty about every place I’ve been, even as I’ve focused on those must-eats over the must-sees. Food, of course, is just as significant a part of a city’s culture as art, making a visit to a restaurant or a bakery every bit as valid as one to a museum.

In Paris, food did bring me to the Eiffel Tower. I hadn’t avoided it, but I also hadn’t gotten up close and personal — not until my friend Rachel and I made reservations for dinner at Le Jules Verne, which had been a tourist trap until Alain Ducasse’s team took it over and created a luxe restaurant where the food (and the price tag, of course) lives up to the view.

Why choose between dinner and a trip up the tower when you can have both? Inside the tower, some 400 feet above ground, we wined and dined as the sun set over Paris and the tower lit up.

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