There is a golden delicacy to the Croissant, a purity of form that no other pastry can quite achieve. 
 
The many-layered, intricate preparation produces a wonderful juxtaposition of hard and soft, crisp as a cold morning in Paris, light as footsteps on the rue de Rivoli. You are hungry, and the boulangerie welcomes you in with its symphony of crusts crackling, the old man at the till gives you a look full of buttery dreams; this is it, now don’t mess up your order - “un croissant et un café crème s’il vous plaît”. Parfait. 
 
Perhaps you have just visited a friend in the City of Light; perhaps you’ve fallen in love with a Parisian; perhaps (and we don’t blame you) you’ve fallen in love with an actual croissant: write them (or it) a letter.