Since I'm all on confessions these days, here is another one : I never ate macarons, even though I am surrounded by them. On my list of must-do's it was of high priority but I felt like the first time I tasted macarons, it had to be from the best. I only heard lovesongs about Ladurée, so this fashion-food had to be bought ASAP. While strolling on the Champs-Elysées between some streetstyle-at-night-shots, my stomach led me to the store as if the automatic pilot was preset on finding deliciousness.
So we weren't supposed to take pictures, but luckily for me I have a fearless, slightly criminal friend willing to risk her life and snap some anyway. Not citing any names though, just in case they come after us ...
The store was so beautiful ! That rustic, glamorous feel was just perfect. The smell of sugar, soft and famous people in the loungebar in the back got me so exited to be there... The overload on choices blew my mind though
In the end I tried to go for every color I could see, hoping this fashionista-péché-mignon wouldn't stab me in the back and be gross. I wasn't disapointed, it was pure foodporn. Must Do !
