Connoisseurs insist that you should eat only croissants (all-butter, of course) that have been fait maison and baked that morning. They undoubtedly have a point. Those sound like heavenly pastries. But unless you are a Parisian lucky enough to live near the Malakoff district’s Michel Lyczak or a similar bang-on boulangerie, how likely is it that you will be out at 7am to catch a batch fresh from the oven? Indeed, does no one in France ever have a hangover or a lie-in?
|Subject||∅ 27mm (1,06“), Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|