All sorts of things grow when the weather is going crazy. In Paris this week, the temperature fluctuated between 14C and rainy and 35C and excruciatingly humid. I got home from a day of walking around the rive gauche (Left Bank = mix of university, studenty, somewhat wealthy, public service, cultural and dawdling tourist population). Look what had grown in my bag from the curious cultures floating through the air…
There was a strange box containing delicious cakes and a small cellophane bag of macarons. (Pierre Hermé's coffee and vanilla tarts, plus macarons: grapefruit, pistachio+cherry, olive oil+vanilla, passionfruit+choc.)
Then there was a bag of chocolates from Patrick Roger.
And much to my surprise, a bunch of caramels from the rather eccentric Denise Acabo.
Not to mention the compensatory box of chocolates from Artisan du Chocolat in the letterbox. (Read why here. Oh look, no touching!)
And I mustn't forget a passing mention of confit de canard, the best crème brûlée I've ever had, two macarons from Ladurée (bergamote and fleur d'oranger) and (gasp!) an ice-cream from Berthillon (cacao extra bitter — like cold liquid chocolate, thym-citron (thyme-lemon) — beautifully tangy with some bitterness). Okay, none of those were in my bag.
On days like this, you just wish apples or a light salad were easier to find