How far would you go for…..

This question could be best filled with the following: money, love, happiness, the truth…but it is me who writes this and there is, after all, a fat girl that lives inside me and so the real question I must ask is: how far would you go for a delicious chocolate almond croissant? And my answer is: across the Atlantic ocean, two metros and six blocks out of my way.
As my hubby and I left Roland Garros (yes, we are there almost everyday…no, I don’t insist on wearing tennis attire to mark our obsessiveness), we went out a different exit. This turn of events lead us on the path of the greatest Boulangerie ever!!As we were crossing the street towards what we thought was the right direction, we saw the sign from above….above the awning we were walking under…don’t get all religious on me now. We saw the line of kids waiting to get their grubby little hands on some sugar highs and well, kids do have the best taste when it comes to sweets…so we figured, ten kids could not be wrong. We stood in line and waited for our turn. Turns out this was like the “Soup Kitchen” of Boulangeries (which means pastry shop for those that don’t know francais). You say your order, lay down your exact change and pick it up in a matter of seconds. We got up there, shouted our order, paid and left…like two drug addicts with their fresh fix. We hurried to the metro and said “these will be great when we get home”. Who were we kidding? The chocolate almond croissants never stood a chance. The first bite was silence. Who needs to speak when you have so much to mentally digest. The powdered sugared almonds, the buttery croissant crust, the dark chocolate filling. It was a little slice of heaven….or at the least, a little slice of guilt free grease.

So, as it turns out, we have become a bit of junkies to this drug. We found ourselves “accidentally” walking by it again today. A quick order and we were on our way…we did manage to hold off from eating the treats till we arrived home. Hopefully this is a pattern I can break easily or it will be a pattern that will break my pants….but for now, as they say….When in Rome…or in this case, Paris.