It's my Birthday and I won't Bake if I want a Parisian to...
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(Ladurée. Heaven on earth.)
This year is an exception. My sweet Raymo took me to Paris for the big day, a joyeux anniversaire I am referring to only as "the birthday that shall not be named." Here I am happy to eat a pastry, any pastry, not of my own making. And not just on my birthday. Macaron, Religieuse, Ispahan, L'Opera, and any and all Viennoiseries in sight, I shall manger.
So happy birthday to me and all Pisces babies. I wish for all of us, even those not of the fish zodiac, a life full of gracious living, kindness and Parisian pastries.