Eye-catching golden dabs, sending out their rays of colour over grey, foggy meadows. The fresh scent of damp grass and peonies that are about to bloom. The touch of soft leaves, gently moving with the wind. The taste of sweet rose petals and violets dipped with sugary dew. Like the imagination that comes to my mind when immersing myself in an impressionist painting, biting into one of Maelu’s macarons is a feast for all senses.
Entering the city on a still dreamy Saturday morning via Odeonsplatz, Maelu’s colourful little cakes will certainly catch my attention. Polished and neatly decorated, they almost look too perfect to be real. Even though they’re Maelu’s signature pastry in every aspect, I prefer their homemade pralines and macarons. They come in different flavours and colours, so you can mix and match them to a unique composition of your taste.
Carrying my small treasure box, filled with pure edible luxury, I take a seat on the steps of the Feldherrnhalle, just around the corner. Sitting there, taking a bite of a vanilla macaron from time to time, I observe the city coming to life. And indulging in the taste of the sweet little treats, I watch how the plain every day life becomes a tableau vivant in front of me.