Recently, after many years, I revisited Geneva. One evening, strolling along Cours De Rive, I turned the corner at the roundabout where it meets R. Pierre-Fatio… and my eyes lit up as I spied Ladurée’s golden sign, still glowing faintly in the fading light. I made a beeline toward the doors, face pressed up against the windows. The store was dark and closed, so I had to return another day.
I love the Swiss-themed box – even without the macarons inside. I couldn’t leave without a box… or two. My favourite souvenir.
May 14, 2011 at 10:39 pm
Did you bring it back? How did it survive the trip? Business or Pleasure? ;)
It was such a dreary saturday I figured it would be a good time to hit Burger Priest, right? Wrong… they were busy as usual. Over hearing a conversation with the staff they said that their busiest was a line that stretched out to KFC. Dang! First burger that I ate that didn’t feel like a brick sitting in my stomach after eating it. Loved it. Posting some pictures on flickr later.