It was a typical Tuesday morning when I, Bernard-Bernard, first laid eyes on it. The most exquisite croissant in all the land. Flaky, buttery, and calling my name.
I had to have it. I had to be with it. I had to be in it. And so, my odyssey began.
I strolled along the Seine, taking in the sights and sounds of the City of Light. The Eiffel Tower stood tall, a beacon of hope and croissant-filled dreams.
I followed the scent of freshly baked goodness and found myself at a quaint little bakery, where the baker, a kind old man with a bushy mustache, handed me a steaming hot croissant and said, "Bonjour, mon ami! Welcome to the land of flaky, buttery bliss!"
I took a bite, and the world came alive. The flavors, the textures, the experience – it was as if I had transcended the mortal coil and entered the realm of the divine.
And so, I shall return, for I am forever changed. Forever bound to the allure of the croissant. Forever in love with the City of Light.