I woke up extra early so I could visit the Louvre and Notre Dame one more time before I left France to fly home. I got everything ready and left to get some breakfast. I walked down a street just down from my hostel to buy something at the bakery. I decided that I didn't want to go to the same place I had been the day before, even though the bread there was amazing.
I walked a little farther and found another bakery. I walked inside and got two petit pain for my breakfast, as I had done every morning while in Paris. My sweet tooth told me to get something else, so I bought a pastry that looked like an éclair; I thought it would taste like any éclair.
I left Montmartre on the Metro, eating my bread in transit and while sitting at the Louvre. I left the Louvre and walked to a cafe just down the road from Notre Dame. I ordered a glass of white wine (you can't leave Paris without having a glass of wine in a cafe). I sat and sipped for a bit, then remembered I had the pastry in my backpack. I took it out, took a bite, and couldn’t believe how delicious it was (my mom is great baker, but I’d never tasted anything like this). It was like an éclair, but it was so creamy and moist, it melted in you mouth, and instead of white cream on the inside, it had CHOCOLATE PUDDING, but not any chocolate pudding—you wouldn’t be able to eat this pudding standing up. It was amazing, and anytime now when my sweet tooth starts acting up, I think of that god of a pastry and can still taste it a little. It makes my day every time.