Thursday, September 10, 2009
Paris’ answer to Magnolia Bakery
Pierre Hermé, please don’t have a movie made in which an adorable movie star devours your beautiful macarons while talking boys with her best friend outside. Your reputation for the best macarons in the city is already persuasive enough. The magnetism of your Saint-Germaine boutique is already plenty irresistible. The lines snaking down the block are already plenty off-putting, making even a Sweet Freak like me flee for healthier snacks (or, shhhh, to your rue Chabon or Publicis Drugstore locations that are thankfully never mobbed like this).