I have missed it during last year’s Paris trip (I know I shouldn’t !), this time I must however get my share of Laduree macarons despite the long queue (yet another long queue) ! I finally stepped my foot into the macaronland after approximately half an hour (still in the queuing line) and have started to feast on rows and rows of purple-pink-green-yellow-brown-black macarons….with my eyes. To decide on which flavours to go into my one dozen macaron box can really cause sweaty palms.
Should I go for the Lemon or Lemon Lime Marshmallow…? Ermm, wonder how does the Black Liquorice taste like… Can I have 15 pieces instead of 12??
Finally. I won the macarons battle. Victory!
This box of macarons cost a bomb.
Lesson learnt: If you want to be a millionaire, sell macarons!
I called this poisonous morsel. Once you sink your teeth into one, there is no turning back. Absolutely gorgeous. Enough said. 12 pieces gone in minutes.
Now please excuse me while I go watch