A Forgotten Parisian Memory

Actually, this post was not a forgotten memory, but something that I never really had the time to get around to telling. As we all know, when I got back from Paris I did not have a lot of time or energy to blog. We also know about my obsession with Laduree, which is why I am going to blog about my last moments in Paris. The picture above was just put up of me eating at Laduree on Facebook, so thank you, Amy for reminding me to blog about my final Parisian moments.

I was super depressed about leaving so I bought some macarons the day before I left. 1 box for me and 1 box for my aunt (we share the same love). So I'm at the airport waiting in line to get my ticket so I can go through the annoying process of the security line, customs, and finally I can do my duty-free shopping. I finally get my ticket and go through customs and fly through security. Everything was going great, which is strange as I mentioned in other blog posts because I have the worst travelling luck ever. Everything was great that is until I got through security. I'm innocently walking to the nearest store to get last minute gifts when all of a sudden out of nowhere the drug sniffing dog goes after a person. Seriously, I was terrified and excited because I thought there was a drug bust about to happen in front of my eyes. Imagine my surprise when the dog goes after me. like seriously?! I thought I was going to die, not only was a rabid dog about to kill me but crazy French people were yelling at me in French about searching me. Whatever. After a long drawn out series of questions and searches it turned out to be the macarons. Clearly the French need to work on their dog training...

and THAT was my last Laduree and Paris story.