Confession: I live for LADURÈE.
Forget for a moment that you are in fact biting into flour, sugar and beaten eggs – and remind your senses that you are indeed tasting the perfection of a 153 year old French recipe.
Maison Ladurèe is the upmost perfected experience of French patisserie I have found.
As you can see from the photos below, Maison Ladurèe doesn’t just offer world renowned macarons, they also know how to whip up one hell of a breakfast spread. One that I enjoyed every morning of my visit to Paris.
Not to sound cliché, but the French toast is beyond comprehension. I defiantly recommend it.
Pair your eggs Benedict with fresh citrus grapefruit juice, hand pored coffee and cream from a sterling silver vessel, and a pain au chocolat to create an infusion known as… Ladurèe.
All this is delivered in a room that is clad with moulding on moulding on moulding. Classical music trailing in the distance (which may just be considered “music” in Paris.) All from a server in a perfectly tailored jacket, shirt and pant that even I was coveting.
End of story, (certainly not the end of my visits) I LIVE for Ladurèe.
Au Revoir,
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