Fall In France

Crunching the red-brown leaves of autumn under my feet during long walks has been one of the greatest constants in my otherwise peripatetic existence. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, I never miss out on Fall colors. This year, it happens to be France.

Paris Patisseries

I stepped into more bad patisseries than piles of dog poop on the streets of Paris in my first few months of living here. My dreams of the 'sweet life in Paris' were quickly crumbling and I told myself that clearly someone ( or many "ones") had exaggerated the promise of Parisian patisseries. In the past, my dominant sweet-tooth has sometimes led me to eat a spoonful of sugar when no dessert was at hand. So I'm hardly a critic, but even to my non-discerning palate, the patisseries I was stepping into were awful. How was it possible that these beautifully designed, alluringly displayed, pieces of sugary heaven were so disappointing?