My nose is forever pressed
Against a French shop window.
I didn't go inside
I felt shy...
When I think of how I passed on by...
Some of the best,
I almost get depressed.
But back at home I can pretend
To go in the door
Of that French store.
I look again At pictures taken then.
Inside I go.
The curtain lifts,
Begin the show.
There is no snow...
*Le leche-vitrine means literally in French to lick the windows.But figuratively it's an expression for window shopping...
BTW, I went many times into Patisserie Gerard Mulot, mostly to look....
Confession - I am a sniffer not a licker. I lurk in Parisian chocolate shops and sniff the air. There's nothing like the smell of good chocolate.
ReplyDeleteThat Moulet Gateux beige cake looks to DIE for! Is that a dried apple slice used as garnish?
ReplyDeleteBTW - the New Years Eve in Paris post is up! But it's really not that exciting ;)
Mmmm... my favourite kind of window shopping.
ReplyDeleteIf ever there was a time not to be shy...this is it.
ReplyDeleteDon't be shy, eat the pie!
OH MY...drooling here. You need to paint that chocolate cake thing with the ..what are they..big Raspberries..? ..on the top. WOW. That looks good enough to eat and paint. ;-)
ReplyDeleteCris
"Le leche-vitrine:" What a wonderful expression. Those cakes and sweets look divine.
ReplyDeleteBakeries are like museums for the masterpieces of pastries!
ReplyDeleteI can gain weight looking at them! I saw very similar confections at the Boulanger Patisserie in Versailles last Oct. The eclairs were to die for!
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely pictures! Your blog is always so inspirational...now, if only I had a bakery like that around the corner. Only in Paris...
ReplyDeletegee-wiz, these are great shots-wonderful window shopping!
ReplyDeleteLick the windows - yes! I'm afraid the apparent delectableness would overcome residual shyness... These look incredibly wonderful.
ReplyDeleteevery one a work of art. Yum.
ReplyDeleteOh help!! I think I died and went to heaven! Those cakes look like they belong there, and I bet they taste that way too.
ReplyDeleteYou have awfully strong will-power to not cave, duck in and buy just one slice...or two. Especially those eclairs. I'm a sucker for eclairs. Sigh!!
See, my problem is my other self takes over and I end up entering the shop...and ordering pastry after pastry...
ReplyDeleteNice poem!
Woa
ReplyDeleteWhere do you go running after all these wonderfull pastries ?
Very nice picture, now I wonder if I will not have a quick round back to my baker !
cheers
josephbouvard..you just have to go to 75, rue de Seine.
ReplyDeleteAND you don't have to take a plane to get there...
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ReplyDeleteCarol,
ReplyDeleteLove your blog . . . I've done a few "head butts" myself, embarrassingly. Sometimes I just want to crawl right THROUGH the window, I get so intent on wanting to just eat the whole thing...but then I wake up, Cheers, Robin K
PS Are you coming to Paris in Jan/Feb in 2010? I will be there and thought we could meet again and maybe go have lunch together?