It’s clear. The Parisians have a devotion to macarons that is akin to New Yorkers’ obsession (albeit waning) with cupcakes. Ironically—or inevitably, I don’t know which—New Yorkers are now enamored by macarons, while cupcakes are infiltrating Paris.
The latest proof: Miss Cupcake, a two-week old cupcake cafe tucked into a little corner of Montmartre.
The view from the outside persuaded me to go inside.
Which is where baker Laurence Kreitmann, and her crew were busy frosting and decorating the next batch of goodness.
Mocha, chocolate, strawberry and more…
They have a wonderful homemade quality to them. They’re professional, but not perfect, topped with everything from jelly beans to berries to sprinkles, some puffing out of their paper carriers, others politely staying inside.
Now the question becomes, for the rest of my time in Paris, where do I invest my sweet calories: cupcakes, or macarons?
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