Thanks to my sister, I’ve finally tasted some genuine Macarons all the way from Paris. When I found out 2 weeks ago that she was going there for a week, the foodie light bulb in my head lit up and in bright neon lights spelled M-A-C-A-R-O-N-S. I told her, even just one Macaron wrapped up in shrivelled serviette would make me happy. She rang me midway from her Paris adventure and gushed about her first taste of Pierre Hermé Macarons…..better then the ones she has tasted in the City (Brisbane)….melt in your mouth and not sickening sweet but she was concern on how to transport some back as the freshness of the Macarons only last for a couple of hours. I told her even it’s in a total crumbled state I’ll still eat it….hehehehe!