There are very few things in life that I enjoy more than condiments and macaroons. For many years, the image of mustard in my mind was bright yellow with too much vinegar. But through years of culinary taste and see, I realized that Americans have extremely skewed tastes and discovered the true taste of well done mustard. Lola led me to the single Maille store in Paris. I wish I'd gotten a photo of the stacks and stacks of mustard. You can bring empty cans and pay for refills there, too, dispensed through various pumps. And the second place doesn't need an introduction, as it's the famous Laduree.