Come, dear reader. Sit and have tea with me. And I shall tell you a story.

There was once a girl who walked down a street warmed by centuries of sunshine. She chanced upon a small bakery so small and sweet and delightful, she stopped and drank in the sight of warm breads, glazed pastries, and frosted cupcakes all piled high behind a large window.

She went inside and saw a lady placing a tray of macarons behind the counter. Strawberry. Vanilla. Pistachio. Chocolate. Flavours of every kind. Her mouth watered.

“These macarons are special,” said the lady. “So special that the Queen of England herself wrote a commission to all who ate it, to share a macaron to most special friends so that its wondrous taste may be enjoyed by many.”

So eat, dear reader! The tea is ready. Would you like some milk and sugar?