Voila. Just one of Paris’ classic patisseries. (Roughly translated to “The Virgin Mill.”)
Behold, the Art Nouveau façade.
Inside, things only get prettier.
And, presumably, more delicious.
I could only try one treat (which broke my week-long sweets embargo, I might add).
There were so many amazing choices.
Tarts, éclairs, macarons, millefeuilles,…
I thought a breakfast pastry, it being 11 am, was the most appropriate.
So I went with the pain aux raisins.
Not the cupcakes.
Not the pizzas or savory tarts.
It was a good choice.