Monday, May 24, 2010


It was eleven years ago. A little shop in Paris. Croissants to die for. I think I bought a box of ten to take back with me to my dorm in Cambridge. I don't think I shared with anyone except Elizabeth.

My tongue has returned to Paris today. Thanks to this little shop. My Mom took Kate and bought the last five chocolate ones after an article appeared in the paper over the weekend. They were the best and the closest to true high quality Parisian croissants that I have had since I was there.

I think I will go broke visiting this shop, which is only fifteen minutes from my house.

1 comment:

Christina said...

Just read the article, and my mouth is watering. When would be a good time for a visit?! :)