La Religieuse

Sitting in a gilded café on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées,
Waiting,
Anticipating,
Choux pastry,
Crème patisserie,
Pretty pink fondant icing,
A delicacy created by a Florentine,
Fit for any queen,
Not simply an éclair for Catherine de Medici,
But a delicate confection to make you dream,
One tiny bite,
Fills one with sensory delight,
Transporting you back to childhood dreams;
Walking purposefully through the snowy,
Alpine light,
Fine snow,
Scented with ice-chilled air,
Dressed like a nun in flowing robes,
A hat; not quite a papal mitre,
Ice crunching beneath sturdy shoes,
A flight of fantasy,
To complement a rose-coloured, moment of true culinary, delight.