Every mile is two in winter

There's only so much a girl can wander out in the could in her search of the taxation office to annonce that she is now working in France and would like to pay her taxes as you should.

So after much walking and freezing not my but, but well my fingers off I decided to go home. Especially after a girl told me that "No I dont think there is a taxation office here you should go to..." Then I had it.

After a defeat like that the least I could do was to buy myself the most exclusive, delicious-looking pasterys I could find (also after passing this bakery shop around 3 times when searching for the right address I had sort of allready worked up an appetite)!

Now here comes the cake parade!

I got the cakes in a box with the colour of an apple.

I fell for the cute design with the colourful balls on top, looks like something for a birthday party.

Turned out it was a white chocolate bomb! The balls were fluffy and made out of white chocolate with some fluffy cream inside.

Here comes the winner of these two amazing cakes: The blackcurrants-white chocolate-viola tasting cake with a strong bold purple colour was irresistible.

I enjoyed them with a good cup of Kusmi tea -Prince Wladimir.

I couldn't finish both of them however, I got some saved in the fridge now. Maybe to be enjoyed tomorrow afternoon.

Inside was a lovely blackcurrants-cream, I even got a whole berry.

Isn't this pastery at its best? Silver-glittering details!

Yum, Yum...!

This blogpost's title, Every mile is two in winter is a quote I found online by: George Herbert. And when it's colder one should compensate with warm and comforting things, don't you agree? ;)



Bisou!