My feet keep taking me by this boulangerie time and again. They could be telling me something.
Today, I put an end to the window shopping - plunged through the front door, sputtered some broken French to get what I wanted.
Momentarily dazed by the cheesecakes and fruit tarts, I lost sight of my mission.
But I stayed strong, shook off the confusion and got it finally: my chocolate-pistachio cookie.
18, rue Vieille du Temple