Paris Match

Paris was, alas, not congenial, due in some measure to the awful weather (33 degrees Celsius and starkly, brutally sunny). Two things happened to make it somewhat less onerous. One was that I got to the Serge Lutens boutique and bought two of the exclusive--non-export--bell jars. I won't tell you yet which they are, but you are free to guess. (I haven't written about either of them yet.) The other is that we discovered an enchanting, quintessentially French sweet that literally changed our day.

Details when I return.