What was the story with all these tiny toys set willy-nilly in the
graffiti-stained window?
Are those cake dummies I see?
We stepped into the dimly-lit shop to
find a deli case full of plainly frosted cakes - some with random (or maybe
strategic?) bursts of airbrush color, and others fully emblazoned with edible
images, including some raunchy ones, not seen here.
More rows of bizarre little plastic figurines
filled up the spare shelf space, presumably to be used as cake toppers.
Further
inside, I wandered wide-eyed
among more inventory, this time of the wedding cake variety. Disheveled
cake stands
with staggered tiers, cake ruffles and doily-like things, and gaudy
floral toppers were strewn chaotically amid cardboard boxes and
bootleg Disney characters.
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| Stock includes a cake topper for a Chinese Wedding |
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| Wedding cake that looked more at home in a 1980's Disneyland wedding |
After days of feasting our eyes on museum-quality showcases featuring pristine gateaus and other such elegant edibles, I couldn’t quite figure out what to make of all this. I wanted to ask the young shopkeeper about the business and its backstory, but she didn’t look too happy about my gawking.
Despite the disrepair, I was tickled
that we chanced upon this shop that seemed like an oddity, yet at the same
time, was in line with what I was already feeling somewhat in Paris – like I
had stepped back in time.
27, rue du Fauborg du Temple (10e)
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