Shop window macaroons during my visit to France
If I was good at writing a blog I could tell you what town, shop, street that I took this picture on. I am going to give myself an out this time seeing as I’m just starting. That’s right…I give myself a…”gimmie” Now that we have got that out-of-the-way I should tell you; the smell that came around every cobble stone street walked in “Nameless Town” was the most warming and delectable smell one could have on a September afternoon. A perfectly structured macaroon in one hand and a deep shot of espresso in the other. Consumption ready? I think so!