Paul Bakery

  The second I learned that Paul was coming to Massachusetts, I squealed and twirled around my living room like a genuine lunatic. A good macaron is hard to find, so when a New England Francophile gal such as myself discovers that a delectable pistachio […]

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Ten Years

Ten years.  Ten years, and I was there in that wonderful spot again, invisible beneath the barrage of flickering lights, the twinkle of a million halogen fireflies against the night.  The March air briskly whisked past our cheeks.  I glanced at my husband whose eyes […]

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