Lenotre boutiques can be found all over Paris and in twelve other countries.

His school is responsible for a young crop of masterful pastry chefs, innovating as they build their own careers.

He is undoubtably the "Paris King of Pastry".

Cakes, chocolates, bread. It all looks too beautiful to eat, but we do our best, as often as possible.

Sometime at the beginning of the last century Gaston Lenotre was standing on line, outside of God’s office, sucking on a lollie. He was waiting to get his Life Assignment. When his name was called he was ushered before a very grotesque, but kind-looking being.

“Well, my son, who do you think you’d like to be?”
"I haven’t really thought about it too much, but I guess I’d like to be a King.”
“Hmmm” God frowned. “That’s a tough one, it’s a genealogical lottery and I’d hate to see you have to wait half a millennium for an opening. What else pleases you?”

God leaned forward, pulling his eyebrows way up until his forehead was creased with wavy horizontal grooves. A bit of smoke curled out of his left ear, the one pierced with a golden ring. Lenotre’s lollie came out of his mouth, which was quivering, as if to announce an imminent outpouring of tears.

“I like candy, sir, good candy and that’s about all. I just thought that Kings can get all the candy they want, and that’s why I’d like to be King.”

“For the love of Me, boy, don’t start bawling now. If you can’t make a proper decision, I’ll have to make one for you.” Little Gaston felt his knees get weak. What if God assigned him a Life he didn’t want. Like murderer or athlete.

“Now that I look more closely, I do recognize a rather regal comportment, despite your size, and you look to be a rather determined bugger.”

With that, God scribbled something unintelligible, in bold strokes upon a large parchment paper and stamped it with his omnipotent red seal. “I do hereby declare that while still in the prime of your life, you shall be crowned, ‘The King of Candy in Paris, France’…or a facsimile thereof. Now see the clerk outside and be on your way.”

Gaston’s cheeks began to flush with pride and happiness. “Oh, that does sound good, Sir, I thank you from the….” But before he could finish his sentence, the next little soul was ushered in, quite a lovely young girl. As she brushed passed Gaston, she whispered in his ear, “My name is Grace and I’m going to be the Princess of a municipality!”
Gaston rolled his eyes and began to fulfill his destiny.

LENOTRE
44 Rue d”Auteuil
16th Arrondisement
Metro: Michel-Ange/Auteuil