A visit to Patisserie Pierre Herme in Paris is an absolute must-do.
His windows always surprise.
Pastry poetry.
Inside the shop it's humming.
It's so busy no one spots my little camera
I shoot away with fear and trembling.
Expecting to be caught out any moment.
These are so lush and intense one gets weak at the knees.
A leaflet comes with your baba explaining all. Plus this gorge photo setup reminiscent of Dutch master still life paintings.
Are you melting yet?
Each baba comes in a large size
And an individual portion.
The ingredients are complex, lengthy.
The taste astonishing!
The taste astonishing!
I take my PH bag out to St-Sulpice parc bench in the drizzle
A look inside at the 'Mogador' Baba - three sizes of macarons rest on the top poof.
I eat these first and then dive in.
I eat these first and then dive in.
It would take an awful lot of leg kicks in this YSL summer dress to work off that baba.
And an awful lot of laps.
And quite a few walkies round Luxembourg jardins so your hips don't notice that baba.
Oh heck.
That's why we come to Paris.
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Beauty of the highest order.
