Summer changing into autumn is an experience that I was exposed to as a graduate student in the US. It was an experience that quickly and easily became a favorite. While, Durham, North Carolina is a small southern town known for its University presence, and its representation of local culture that invitingly included good eating, in retrospect it seems interesting to realize that some of my earliest experience of pastry in the United States was enriched in this town by a tiny, standing-room only patisserie that I’ve rarely seen empty when its glass cases were filled with all sorts of European-style treats.
