A Week of Sweets: Pierre Hermé

Well, all I can say is that I hope you really like these pictures.  I mean, really like them.

I splurged on a box of twelve delicious Pierre Hermé macarons.  Twelve macarons which I had every intention of eating.  Every last one of them.

Before delving into my first bite of these beauties, I figured I should take a few pictures beforehand.  I took a picture of them on the bookshelf, followed by a picture of them on a windowsill. 

What happened next, words can really not describe...but if they could, I think "horrific" would be the best word to use.  My box of twelve perfectly-made, delicious-smelling Pierre Hermé macarons fell five stories onto a ledge that could not be reached by hand, nor by ladder (...there was a painter working across the street whose ladder we would have borrowed if only it would have been large enough to reach!)

 

So, there sat my macarons.  Just out of reach, never to be eaten or enjoyed to their full potential.

Friends, feast your eyes on the pictures above.  Enjoy the eye candy above, visit Pierre Hermé on rue Bonaparte and live by the words that follow:

Never place a full box of Pierre Hermé macarons (especially if they are in a round box) on a windowsill while the window is open!

xo Ceilidh