A steady diet of macarons from Laduree is all one really needs if the ultimate goal is to die ridiculously happy. Although, I must say, I actually prefer those at Dalloyau by a hair.
Honestly, the thought of my next trip to Paris and the expected repeat visits to these emporiums of sweetness makes me giddy. I just can’t stand it.
|could be St Peter’s gate|
|gone in 60 seconds|
|words escape me|