So you find yourself leaving a coffee shop at 1 a.m. wondering how the resident cat doesn’t keel over off its bar stool after a couple of hours, and you happen upon a store with baked goods from floor to ceiling. You choose a gooey strawberry tart. Soon everyone in your party is spending copious amounts of euros on various tortes, croissants and flans. This will not bode well for tomorrow. But who cares. We liked the Croissanterie. Too much.