There comes a moment when the shimmer of admiration dulls, and we see not the myth, but the person. The revelation can sting.

I watched a clip of sharks feeding the other day. The video was layered with suspenseful music and voices filled with alarm. I used to join in with that reaction — oh my gosh, how vicious, how wild.

But this time, I saw something different.

This morning’s delight arrived as a cube-shaped croissant, dusted with sugar and crowned with a swirl of mango–passion fruit cream.