Today I finally indulged in a pastry from a honest to goodness pâtisserie on one of the teeny side streets off of Montparnasse. Just the right combination of flaky, buttery sheets of pastry, pear and chocolate. 1.80 euro. Love it. Right afterwards my guilty conscious and I arranged to go jogging three a times a week with a harvard lass in the Tuileries.
*edit in light of recent events, tu sais*
I'm thinking of going on a sartorialist rampage in the spring via telling people I work for the blog.