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It is with a heart full of both delight and delectable satisfaction that I report upon my greatest indulgence in the wee hamlet of Havre de Grace--a quaint establishment by the name of Les Petits Bisous. Its sweet storefront is nestled on the corner of Washington and Congress where, rumor has it, the very air carries a whisper of sugar and butter.
What a charming revelation this shop has proven to be! Upon entering, one is immediately struck by the intoxicating aroma of freshly baked confections. It is as though the very essence of Paris has taken residence here, and who could resist such an invitation?
The macarons--oh, those heavenly morsels! A truly exquisite array of flavors, from the traditional French vanilla to the more daring Mon Cheri, each offers an ethereal crisp bite followed by a soft, delicate interior. Truly, these little jewels could charm even the most discerning of palates.
The éclairs are nothing to dismiss either--puffy, golden, and crowned with the most luxurious glaze, they are filled with a rich, velvety cream that promises to undo all notions of restraint. One could almost forgive the baker for such decadence, for the éclairs are simply beyond compare.
And yet, this bakery does not rest upon the laurels of merely two offerings. No! Emily extends her talents to a variety of treats (many gluten free), each one more tempting than the last. She is kind, professional, and lends her talents to the tutelage of others in culinary pursuit. Truly, she is one of a kind!
To write further, dear reader, would be to risk losing one's dignity in the process--though these sugary delights are, of course, a pleasure worth losing oneself to. In conclusion, let it be known that Les Petits Bisous has, without a doubt, earned a permanent place in my heart, if not my waistline.
Yours ever indulgently,
Lady Whistledown(ish)