The Ispahan
No, not the city in Iran or the Damask rose.
This is a concoction of fragrant rose cream with chopped litchis and luscious, whole raspberries, sandwiched between two crunchy, startling pink macaron shells. And topped with a single raspberry and a velvety rose petal, complete with a glistening sugar dewdrop.
Enjoyed in the Place Saint Sulpice across the road………bliss!!
(And I don’t even like rose flavoured desserts!)
Pierre Hermé, is called the “Picasso of patissiers” for a reason.
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