A visit to Patisserie Pierre Herme in Paris is an absolute must-do.
His windows always surprise - full of pastry poetry.
I shoot away with fear and trembling.
Expecting to be caught out at 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!
I take my PHerme bag out to a drizzly St-Sulpice parc bench
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 an awful lot of walkies round Luxembourg jardins so your hips don't notice that baba.
Oh heck.
That's why we come to Paris isn't it?
Beauty of the highest order.
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