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Saturday, 10 March 2012
We were wandering the streets of Paris, hoping to discover a patisserie where we could enjoy a pastry or two while warming up with a drink (it was a rather grey weekend). We'd passed by a couple of "possibles" and were thinking of turning back to one of those when Andy spotted a plate of beautiful petit fours in a colourful window display. They weren't exactly cheap, but they were calling our name, and there was a little seating area at the back.
It turned out that there was also a display of hot Chinese dishes, in a counter on the opposite side of the shop - and most of the people in the restaurant were enjoying Chinese food for lunch. A savoury smell filled the air, which was strange for the first minute or two, but then we stopped smelling it. Undeterred, we ordered coffee and pointed to what we wanted from the window.
Then, with near-surgical precision, I set about dividing every tiny pudding into two so we could share. One at a time, we tasted them and compared notes. There were miniature eclairs and tarts, brightly coloured and delicate layer cakes, and a solitary macaroon. (Some other day, I'll blog about my attempts at macaroon making, but suffice it to say that I have a new-found respect for the art!) Everything was absolutely delicious, and with enough variety to stop me wanting to run away from the sugar overload; we both had the same favourite, a little raspberry slice with an incredibly intense flavour.
Postscript - we went back a couple of days later to sample the Chinese, which was also rather nice, if somewhat less exciting.
Nezard, Rue Notre Dame des Champs, Paris.
Nearest Metro: Saint-Placide.