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.
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| could be St Peter’s gate |
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| gone in 60 seconds |
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| words escape me |
just the crust 