As you walk along the street, there are the windows, an opening to a world beyond full of goodie galore. Who can resist wandering in even just to look? Gorgeous, glossy, bright and colourful …let’s not forget the aroma of freshly baked pastry! Such treasures within.
Miss 8 went for her favourite – macarons, no wait – massive macarons!!! Again though, which flavour? Raspberry? Vanilla? Pistaccio? …Yes, vanilla!
‘Paul’ is a franchise we saw popping up all over the place, and their pastries tasted better than they looked. It’s probably a good thing I don’t live in France, I’d be there everyday, I could definitely do this pastry chef gig back home 🙂