Well, Cat, I’d say your Cupcake Camp was a success down to the very last crumb, n’est pas??
At 4:30, the line was already creeping down the block.
It wasn’t much better inside.
Why? Ten euros and for a drink and as many! cupcakes! as! you! want! (Mercy. How many stomachaches out there tonight??)
The flavors ran the gamut: cookies and cream, fig, rose champagne, peanut butter, strawberry, chocolate fudge, watermelon wasabi (you heard me)…
Served up by the pros—Little Miss Cupcake, of course, plus Synie’s, Berko, Chloé S, Cupcakes & Co., Il Gelatario—as well as a gazillion amateurs.
Everyone could help themselves and then “camped” out in the Passage Vivienne.
Yep. That’s what I’d call cupcake carnage—bravo, Cat!