For such a sleepish weather and town, we had cake in a popular cafe near Saint Salvotore Cathedral. It's cakes and tarts are gloriously displyed by the window so even if I don't provide you with an address, it would be hard to miss this place.
Noisette Flan, which tasted like a milder version of our Chinese egg tarts, smothered with light fresh cream and grounded hazelnuts.
We also had a meringue berries tart that tasted almost like the flan. These were definitely very old-school cakes. Dumpy, conventional slices that needed little introduction or fitting in. What you see is what you get. In fact, I find myself bumping into such old-school pastries throughout our Belgian trip. Nothing similar to the likes of Sadaharu Aoki and Pierre Herme (which really explains their fame).
Phh, we caught a couple of swans nesting too - a first for me.
As much as I like the idea of horse and carriages, I didn't grow up on fairy tales and I'm well aware of how horses smell. The people of the carriages looked happy though.
They don't called this place
And I leave you with a picture of Yang with a tub of fries and mayo. Now THAT'S a genuine smile.