Well, today became a wash-out for writing, but I hate to go to bed without having posted something. I wanted a happy image, and this one of my daughter running around a courtyard behind Rue St-Honoré when we lived in Paris earlier this year does the trick. She's four years old now but was three then, and in between tearing around this open space she was thrilled to have found, she became intrigued with all of the pretty, colourful baubles and bags in the window of a couture accessories boutique. While trying to get a better look she pressed her face up against the window and left a nose and hand prints on it. Oops. Où est le tissu?
After this was taken we sat on a step and tucked into some macarons from a chocolatier we'd just visited, one I hadn't come across before which was quite likely the poshest place I've ever seen to sell sweets, even by Paris standards. Not Ladurée (more girlie, romantic heaven than posh) and not Pierre Hermé (although quite similar with its minimal but warm interior of rich woods - both felt formal), I just can't recall. And if I can't remember the name of the place I bought macarons, they couldn't have been as good as the aforementioned. Because To Die For macarons I never forget!
I've shown this before, Pierre Hermé macarons on the steps of a church on Rue Cambon, but I can't resist the urge to bring it out again:
Here are more Paris photos if you haven't had your fill.
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