Biscuiterie.

This is perhaps the most magical thing I've stumbled upon since I moved to London. 

A biscuiterie. I didn't even know these things existed. Basically, it was giant selection of decadent pastries (think pistachio creme filled cannoli) that stretched on for days. It was beautiful.

You got to pick and mix to your heart's desire, and then you paid by weight. (And if there was one near me, I'm sure I'd pay by weight gained as well.) It made my day.

The sweet little French man who ran it barely spoke English, so you just knew it was going to be good. And right where the selection of biscuits ended, a creperie began. Glorious.

Needless to say, I'll be visiting again soon.