Today I met my friend Yael for a picnic in the Jardin du Luxembourg. I hadn’t seen her since before college – this seems to be a common theme for me in Paris – but it was wonderful to spend time with her; in fact, I think we get along better now than we did when we were friends in high school. She told me about the family whose kids she’s teaching English to and her life at Smith and her thoughts about becoming a rabbi. I told her about Jews for Justice and marching band and wanting to be a farmer/pastry chef/translator, and took her around to look at my favorite bakeries in the 6th arrondissement, Sadaharu Aoki and Poilâne and Gerard Mulot. Though I’d already eaten lunch and a chausson-aux-pommes (literally “slipper of apples,” basically apple mush in a flaky pastry) from Poilâne, I couldn’t resist trying one tiny macaron from Gerard Mulot. Before today I’d only ever eaten one macaron in Paris, a big pistachio-flavored one from somewhere unmemorable, which was fine but not great. Well, let me tell you, this was a TOTALLY different culinary experience. It was pretty much a passionfruit-basil-flavored, crispy, gooey, slightly tart bite of ecstasy. Unfortunately for me and my money, Gerard Mulot’s satellite store is on my way home from my metro stop…
Tomorrow I’m headed off to London and Ireland for a week. I think I’ll probably miss Paris when I leave, but right now I’m just excited to go somewhere where they speak English.

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