Now, let me tell you about Ladurée. First, if you want to be transported to Paris and act like a five year old princess go here, and for ten seconds enjoy a magical place. Ladurée is a pastry shop in Paris, but it is also a little macaron shop on the upper east side that has these teeny cookies flown over from Paris daily. What?! Yes, it's true.
Now, my first reaction to that is, "Wow, how disgusting is that? Are people that self-indulgent that they actually need cookies flown in from Paris? There are starving people in the world here. Come on new yorkers, get real." I am a social worker so I need to say things like that. And I do truly feel that way.
But, then there's another side of me. The side that is all things girl, all things sweets, all things cute and colorful, and all things nonsensical. That side of me says, "Wow, how amazing! I must go! I must buy a macaron from Paris! How delightful! New York is amazing! Who's with me?!"
I am a complicated person. Sometimes bi-polar. You have a greater respect for Brennan now don't you?
Well, a few Sundays ago, Brennan and I happened to be on the upper east side and not that far from Ladurée. So we went!
How pretty! It's magical.
Ahhhh! How to choose? I recommend the rose petal. It is quite amazing and truly tastes like a perfect smelling rose. Sounds weird, but it's weird in a good way.
Macaron tower. Come on!
Maybe someday I will travel to Paris for my macaron, instead of it traveling to me. Ahhh. Ok, I'm done ranting about macarons. I will now go back to being a mature and respectable human being.



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