One spring day, about 2 years ago, I popped into the boulangerie right around the corner from my friend's apartment in Paris to check out what looked like a delectably colorful window display. I was new to the neighborhood, having just moved into Mònica's place* for the last few weeks of my year in Paris, and so of course, I had to scope out all the bakeries within a half mile radius. I scanned the tiers of pastries and almost right away, my eyes locked in on these words: "éclair caramel". Caramel eclair?! A CARAMEL eclaaaaiiiir??!! It was a no-brainer. I'd had my fair share of chocolate, vanilla, and coffee-flavored ones, but this....this had serious potential to blow everything else out of the water. So they handed me my little eclair in a brown paper bag, and I set off for my destination of the day--the Rodin Museum--with a little extra spring in my step.
I got to the gardens and walked around for a little bit, until I found a shaded bench somewhere in between two magnificently sculpted derrières (thank you, Rodin), where I sat down and opened my little paper bag. The eclair was almost too beautiful to eat, but finally, taking one last glance around to make sure I was completely alone (in case I embarrassed myself with utter glee), I took a bite. And that was it. My life was changed forever.
|Image drawn on my new iPad! |
Hehe, I'll get better....I promise!
|Really....I will get better.|
Oh, there will be documentation, fear not.
*a separate post about the a-ma-zing apartment, as well as the hilarious fiasco of moving in and out of it may follow at a later date
**yes, Harry Potter's dreams are about an orb that contains the secrets of his entire destiny, while mine are about a high fructose piece of starch, but you can appreciate the comparison, right? RIGHT??