Day 37: Giant pomme crown cake

We headed to Paris' biggest Sunday market. It was big and had everything. Lunch was market savoury crepes all around- mine with chorizo and cheese.    The crown cakes had been everywhere eyeing us from every pastry shop window so we gave in and bought a giant pomme (apple) cake. With it came a free bottle of cider. I also couldn't let down the custard flan that was yearning at me to eat it so that was pre-cake desert. The legend behind the cake is that there is a tile hidden in it and the person who gets the tile gets to wear the crown. Liz got it. All exciting stuff. The cake is only around at this time of the year so we felt pretty spesh gobbling down our giant pomme crown cake.  Sadly it was time for Jess and Leah to leave the wolf pack (and happily for us to change hostels). The parting of the ways happened at the metro station where we went one way and they the other- tear.  That night our trio went to sacre ceur at night. Gosh Paris- why are you so damn beaut at night- sparkly big things were everywhere!