Recently, after many years, I revisited Geneva. One evening, strolling along Cours De Rive, I turned the corner at the roundabout where it meets R. Pierre-Fatio… and my eyes lit up as I spied Ladurée’s golden sign, still glowing faintly in the fading light. I made a beeline toward the doors, face pressed up against the windows. The store was dark and closed, so I had to return another day.
I love the Swiss-themed box – even without the macarons inside. I couldn’t leave without a box… or two. My favourite souvenir.