a macaron that is not a macaron.

i'm not a fan of macaron. but this particular one i just had was way better than the expensive one i had tasted at a macaron specialist shop in Prague (my sister's idea). i feel weird today, not particularly positive nor negative but i guess it marks one of the milestones in life. rather...i'm happy for my friends. all of us are entering into another chapter. the impact of the moving train of life is getting clearer. which, it has nothing to do with this macaron. i'm looking forward to my next trip. :-)