Vanille Abricot Comptoir Sud Pacifique

I’ve never been sweet, but two dabs behind the ear, and I’m a sugar cookie, a walking confection, light as vanilla meringue.   I strolled downtown, past a park where children abandoned slides, tumbled like chimpanzees from the jungle gym, begging their mothers for candy.   The ice cream parlors were mobbed for tutti frutti. […]