April 25th, 2004
The first day in Paris started out fantastically, with the first stop at Pierre Hermé's little patisserie on rue Bonaparte. We arrived so late in the afternoon that I decided to skip a proper lunch and only have sweets to tie me over until dinner time.
When we arrived at the patisserie, there was the usual line snaking out well onto the street outside of the simple black but elegant jewelry shop-like space. The shop was, as always, a feast for the eyes even before one took a bite of anything, and, this time, I had the added benefit of bringing two first timers with me to the shop. It is always fun to bring Hermé virgins, just to see their eyes bulging out of the sockets as they realized that it was indeed not a simple door but a rabbit hole through which I have brought them.