When in Paris you begin to realize that decadence is a completely relative term. The only things I see piled this high back home are fruit at the supermarket. But now just imagine the stacks of fruit in the fresh produce aisle magically transformed into infinitely sweet morsels of the most delicate French/Middle Eastern pastries. Think stacks and stacks of fruit-shaped marzipan and glistening sugar-glazed fritters.
Although I am not a huge fan of super sweet desserts I had to try at least one. In fact, I almost felt that I would be missing out if I hadn't. La Bague de Kenza surely did not disappoint.