After heading through the pedestrian entrance, I peered to my left and came face-to-storefront with Brick Street. I can rarely resist a bakery and this one was in the Distillery District -- making it even harder!
Upon walking in, I was greeted with the most wonderful smell of sugar mixed with happiness wafting through the air. Then I looked over and saw the macarons in all their glory begging me to buy and eat them.
Buy and eat them I so did. Two each: orange blossom, strawberry, vanilla.
These macarons were beautiful little specimens. I want more. I want more right now.
But do you know how far Toronto is from me right now?? An hour and 25 minute flight. A seven hour and 57 minute drive. 767 kilometers.
It's far. It's too far. These macarons are too far from me. I disapprove of this wholeheartedly.
...I also had a blueberry cream cheese triangle. That was good too.