Every time I pass by this little gem (only a block away from the Gotham Den) I feel as if I’m in Paris… it whispers my name and beckons me inside. But most of the time I’m strong as even the aroma will make me feel as if the calories are being applied directly to my thighs like a knife spreading icing…but a girl can dream and so every once in awhile I splurge…
You for it, honey
You for it, honey. I love the window display.
What I wanted to say, you go for it. I better not reply, Today.