Sunday morning in Paris is perfect to go foraging for desserts.
You must start early. M and I left by 9:30 am joining joggers and dog walkers. While Paris sleeps you'll catch the best desserts that got away all week, when you walzed in the late afternoon to find zero.
A Paris restaurant 'guard' cat watches us go forage.
Gerard Mulot is always buzzing with activity on Sunday from dessert foragers.
I'm looking for desserts to shoot and later paint.
Never easy at Mulot - too many to choose from.
Ah ha! This chocolate dome will do the trick.
I send off Misha with the booty while I head on for more treasures. She has instructions to carry the desserts doucement.
Pastry vitrines are full of springy colors and flowers to honor new macaron flavors.
Why do I always feel like this 5-year old full of excitement and anticipation in any Paris patisserie?
I head off to Pierre Herme on rue Bonaparte. The windows are impossible to shoot, full of reflections. Photographing inside is verboten. I have a plane to catch Monday so.
Last pit stop for the elusive sesame eclair at patisserie Sadaharu Aoki. It's Misha's birthday and she must have a sesame eclair bien sur.
Back at the apartment I shoot like mad in the beautiful overcast morning light. Pierre Herme's Cherry Pistachio tarte looks an awful lot like M.'s bumpy Japanese tetsubin teapot.
The PH cerise/cherry comes in handy as a prop.
Pistache cupcake + cerise.
The other two patiently wait their turn. I've never been a eater of cupcakes, but suddenly I'm converted. I wolf down the citron.
Later I meet up with Amy of Sweet Freak at Carette's newest tea salon in the Marais at 25, Place des Voges...
I can't even eat even one bite of Amy's clafoutis.
I'm desserted out. Still, can you think of a better way to spend a Sunday in Paris?
I'm back in New York, unpacking, paying bills, and heading out to the pool to work off that citron cupcake!
BONJOUR DIMANCHE!
