Carl and I said our goodbyes to Cécile and her family and made our way North, to Paris (on the OuiGo, of course). We stayed right next to the canal St Martin. The area is very hip right now. Très bobo.
Carl and I have both visited Paris before, so we mostly just wandered around, ate, drank, and visited some old favorites.
We did make a stop at La Durée for the best macorons in existance. And, obviously, I got them carefully nestled inside that cat box.
Flavors we sampled included: rose, raspberry, pistachio, lime-basil, and lemon. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking some up. (harhar)
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