Before the concert at La Sorbonne, I took the time to run to Rue Cambon for Pierre Hermé macarons and spot Chanel’s first store on 31 rue Cambon.
I always go to Ladurée every time I go to New York City, but this was my first time enjoying macarons from Pierre Hermé. I wouldn’t be able to tell you what flavors I got, but they were quirky, modern combinations that are more adventurous than the traditional flavors at Ladurée.
As happy as I was to stand outside Chanel–look at the chic outfits on the mannequins, catch a glimpse of the spiral staircase to Coco Chanel’s apartment upstairs–I am obligated to admit that I felt so out of place when I actually walked inside the boutique. It became the most apparent when I picked up on high-heeled bootie that cost a mini-vacation…
I promise to make a triumphant return to 31 rue Cambon when I am in the proper stage of my life to enjoy Chanel’s treasures like the simple pleasure of a Nutella crêpe…
New England Parisienne 