Gerard Mulot macarons
Bonjour and welcome to today’s edition of the Traveling Kings Tales. When we last left off, we were extolling the virtues of Paris and Hotel Esprit St. Germain. Moving forward (actually I’m on a train going forward but sitting backward at the moment—are you with me on that?), we found our way to Gerard Mulot, an haute Foodie experience—even for the non-Foodie! Gerard Mulot is a treasure trove of  tortes, tartes, breads, cookies and the world’s best macarons! (Amuse me on this-no, I have not tasted all macarons in every corner of the world-consider this editorial license!). The store is a bakery, a patisserie, a candy shop that converts a non-chocoholic into a raving cocoa craving lunatic. Customers patiently queue up to enter the small venue, which uses every wall and window to display their delicious edible art. We bought two boxes of assorted flavors of macarons, totally 30 nuggets of this sugared quarter-size “manna” from Heaven, which translates to €50 worth (approximately $62 USD). While some may consider this extravagant (after all, each morsel is about a two-nibble serving), I classify it somewhere akin to, oh say, one’s first kiss—yes, that unforgettable.