La Petite Pastry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most bakeries were quiet, a delivery driver noticed something unusual outside La Petite Pastry. A small, mischievous figure kept appearing near the door, leaving behind an empty pastry box and a note scribbled in perfect French. Finally, one morning, the delivery driver followed the little figure into the alley. There, amidst piles of crumpled boxes, sat a grumpy-looking cat with mismatched eyes, licking its paws. The note read: ‘Merci pour les croissants! Next time, leave them out front.’

2. Late one night, as the moonlight illuminated the empty streets, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up in front of La Petite Pastry. He stepped out, stretching his legs, when he heard a soft rustle from behind the closed shutters. Curious, he approached the shutter and peered inside. To his surprise, he saw only a dusty display case filled with pastries that looked like they’d been there since last Christmas. Just then, a voice whispered, ‘Would you like a croissant?’ Turning around, he found himself facing a grinning shadow in the alleyway. It was just his neighbor, playing a prank. The delivery driver laughed it off, shook his head, and drove away—never realizing how many times his neighbor would haunt him with similar pranks over the years.

3. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a delivery driver wondered aloud: ‘Who’s been stealing our pastries?’ Suddenly, an old lady appeared from behind the counter, wiping her hands on an apron. 'Me? Stealing?' she exclaimed in mock outrage. 'I’m just keeping them fresh for tomorrow's customers!' The delivery driver shook his head and laughed, realizing that some things are better left unsolved—especially when they involve a charming pastry shop and its eccentric owner.

4. Late one night, as the moonlight illuminated the empty streets, an exhausted delivery driver muttered to himself, ‘I’ve never seen so many pastries disappear into thin air.’ As he drove back, a neighbor waved from his porch and asked for a piece of cake. The driver shook his head with a smile, thinking, ‘maybe it wasn’t theft after all—just La Petite Pastry’s way of feeding everyone.’