I love it when I get to sleep in on weekends (who doesn’t?)
I recently found a small French bakery close to me that’s pretty good; it might even impress the French.
It’s filled with rows of breads, cakes and delectable pastries made by French trained patissiers, and they have friendly staff too.
I go in early in the morning wearing a giant coat over my pajamas, and order in French pretending I’m in Paris.
I’d get some good bread – usually pain aux cereales, some croissant and pain au chocolat.
I get a couple of macarons and save them with my stash for a late night treat; that way I don’t feel too bummed out when I pass on dessert at dinner.
Some Saturdays all I really want to do is to have a leisurely breakfast, it makes me feel like I’m on holidays.
I’ll crawl back into bed and watch French movies for a few hours.
I cherish those moments of solitude, and knowing that I’ll soon be stepping out into the ‘world’ rested, revived and feeling adventurous – it’s amazing how much you can get done on a good breakfast.
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