Coming from a man who has even eaten scorpions, it astounds me that I had never before eaten macaroons! I'm hooked. And they're pretty, too.I'm enchanted.Too bad they cost a fortune.I'm ruined. Somewhere off the Bahnhofstrasse in Zürich, there sits a little shop. And in this shop work three little people (Okay, not all that little but it works with my story, okay?) And these three little people put on the nicest smiles as they help you to a variety of colorful sweets called macaroons. They put them in pretty boxes, too. All sizes. Did you know they even have boxes made for just two of their pretty little delicacies? Well, they do. And, they have big ones made for 50 - 100, too. I bought just one. At that price, I can tell you something. For the first time in my life, I ate something the size of an oreo cookie in about 10 bites over a period of 5 minutes. I rediscovered the meaning of the word “savor”.The End.