Or my teeth would be, if I ate all of this in one sitting. Here I sit, on a clear, cold Halloween morning, with a goodie bag that is bursting at the seams with treats.
Not one but two jars of Le Caramelier; my favorite teas from Mariage Freres; Henri Le Roux caramels; Bernachon chocolate; sugared violets; macaroons from Laduree. This isn't quite as wonderful as being in Paris, but it's pretty darn close.
Where, oh where, to begin?!