Paris is macarons. Sweet, seducing, mouthwatering, tempting.......
We passed Biscuterie de Montmartre and told ourselves.......the macarons are not for us. Too sweet, too tempting.....we can't bring them all the way back to Norway anyway.....
....or may be we can? What about one single box......
The thoughts of the macarons followed me. I could feel their soft melting taste on my tongue, their colours danced before my eyes where ever I turned.
....let's go back to the biscuterie.....to have a look only.....and to remember the fragrance....
....we don't need to buy anything you know......just have another look.....
....hi, why is she filling a bag with dreams......we didn't buy anything......
....or did we?
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Photos and memories from a Saturday morning in Paris a couple of weeks ago.
And look, we were not the only ones tempted, the only ones baking photos....
