August is the cruelest month. At least in Paris.
While I admire France’s devotion to les vacances, what’s a Sweet Freak to do?
There is no chocolate at Charles or Chapon chocolatiers.
No pain au raisin or éclairs at Stohrer.
No brioche, which Isa said is the best in the city, at Bread & Roses.
And no macarons, no cakes, no nothing at the shuttered Pierre Hermé.
I never thought I’d wish away the summer days.