We wandered in here thirsty and looking for a small snack to hold us over until the Parisian dinner hour of 8:30 pm. For the life of me, I can not tell you what we drank, other than it had rose petals in it and quenched our thirst, and we accompanied that with the best biscuits that were fluffy, light and tasted like fresh churned butter. There was so much in the order of clever, interesting packaging, that we could have bought out half the store and not known what we purchased. Thankfully, the gentleman shopkeeper knew precisely what we were in for with nary a word of English. read more