Macarons in Italy?
Groundbreaking—or rule breaking...
Admittedly not so Italian of me to treat myself to a little Valentine's day french macaron but Laduree...they just tempt me into being a little girl again.
The pretty colors, frills and packaging, just the daintiness of it all.
Pass me a macaron and let me get typing.
I've been in Florence now for almost 3 weeks and I have not filled you kind people in on what's been going on in my life—how have you managed?!
Florence is feminine & I love that. The Duomo is romantic and the streets seem to glow with a gold or pink. I've been doing what I do best—wandering and walking & stopping to refuel only at the cutest cafes I've ever seen.
With day trips to Lucca, Siena, San Gimignano and the Chianti country for a vespa tour, I've been getting in touch with my Italian roots and enjoying far too many espressos and la dolce vita.
The sweetness is going to have to go on raincheck though—I'm about to go the Fiorentina fútbol game to scream and shout on Firenze...although I might still be rooting for Roma...shhh.