My American friend Liz (who constantly was mistaken dans la rue as a Parisienne) and I visited Ladurée the day after her red-eye flight into Paris and the day after I hosted my first French dinner party. She was jetlagged and I was reeling from the postprandial exhortations at the Bateau Concorde Atlantique (aka "le bateau bleu"): the pastel macarons were so pretty that they made up for our less-than-pretty states of post-party excitement and jetlagdom. These pretty green boxes of macarons make for perfect cadeaux for friends back home. The flavors are so delicate and light, and the bright colors and refined packaging make them the most quintessential of Parisienne dulces.
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