Croissants or Macarons: The Ultimate Dilemma in Paris

Oh, no, no, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t pick. That’s like picking children. Macaroon. Oh, croissant. I love croissant. I’ve been eating croissants since I was a kid. Young kid. I’ve always loved croissants. Macaroons. That’s tough. It depends on the mood I’m in. I’ll have a croissant. And for breakfast, you know, after competition, after I walk away with a medal, I’m gonna go devour some macarons. Croissant. Oh, croissant. Macaroon. Macaroon. Macaroon. Macaroon. A croissant with some chocolate in it. Macaroon. Oh, croissant. Oh, probably the Louvre. The Eiffel Tower is just a piece of metal. No shade. No shade. I’ve seen it a couple times. It’s beautiful. But I haven’t been to the Louvre, so that’s why I say the Louvre. The Lou. Eiffel Tower. Eiffel Tower. Eiffel Tower. The Louvre. Louvre. Eiffel Tower. Eiffel Tower, Louvre. Eiffel Tower, Louvre. I’m an art nerd. Part of the Louvre. Uh. See in the sights for sure. Don’t ask me this or that questions and then say why at the end of it. Gotta protect my wife from them expensive bags. Seeing the sights. Shopping. Shopping. Seeing the sights. Shopping. Big shopping, girl. Shopping. Duh. Sightseeing. I have 4 daughters. I am not going shopping. Come on. Shopping. Shopping. Hundred percent. Seeing the sights, for sure. Shopping for food. For food.