It’s never too late to stroll down La Rue des Remparts in Bordeaux. While window-shopping you never know what to choose, what will please you, what will seduce you. Then suddenly there it is, just sitting there. Surrounded by “chocolatines”, a praline heart and flowers, coated with a vanilla husk, sprinkled with orange zest. So we get ready to go in, but then we turn our heels and decide to wait. But the desire is still there; it’s stronger than ever. No need to hide it, we cracked. But what fun it is to succumb to a whim.
