My lasting memory of that first trip to France in 1952, is of sensuality. Today, one would have to step off an aeroplane on the other side of the world to experience such an impact on the senses. There was a strangely exotic smell which hit me as soon as I set foot on the quay at Calais, later identified as a mixture of strong tobacco, expensive scent and fresh garlic.
As well as producing unbeatable bread, French bakers also service the nation's sweet tooth with a cornucopia of pastries and cakes. One French customs is the visit to the boulangerie-patisserie after Mass on ...missing part... attended the service or not ! - returning home with a baguette in one hand and a pyramid-shaped parcel in the other, continuing a ...missing part... heavy creme patissiere.
This English-language-poem advertising definitely works for me. I just had to buy this cake in Sunkus today. Where did they get this stuff from? Google turned up nothing, so they probably had it tailor-made. Unusually good example...
The cake itself was not especially tasty, and has an unpleasant smell.



