Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The Madeleine

I raised to my lips a spoonful of the cake . . . a shudder ran through my whole body and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place...

The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it.... but soon as I had recognized the taste of the piece of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-blossom which my aunt used to give me .... immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like a stage... aunt would dip a little madeleine in the boiling infusion, whose taste of dead leaves or faded blossom she so relished, and hand me a piece when it was sufficiently soft.

Marcel Proust (1871-1922)

Proust's bed at aunt Léonie's house in Illiers-Combray


  1. Pour montrer à quel point cette petite madeleine est célèbre, j'ai trouvé plusieurs maisons ayant pour nom "la petite madeleine". Elles proposent des chambres d'hôtes ou autre chose !

  2. are they the little shell shaped cookies??