Saturday, 25 April 2009

Satdee cake - 18th April 2009










Patisserie Valerie is taking over London. Popped over to Planet Organic on Torrington Place, round the corner from Habitat and decided to get this Satdee’s cake from the Patisserie Valerie next door. Yum and big enough to share with The GR.
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