What's better than waking up to find your parents home safely from a few weeks across the pond?
Waking up to find a pain aux raisins sitting on the kitchen counter for breakfast, in its recognizable off-white paper bag, PAUL printed in black across it.
What a lovely morning encounter with a treat from my favorite French boyfriend, a pastry shop named Paul.
Paris, tu me manques beaucoup, ma cherie.
Photo courtesy of www.paul.fr -- try not to salivate too much.