call me shallow
— but one of the nicest things about being in France is the opportunity to eat delicious pastries. This morning we took the tram out to the end the line to see what Bordeaux suburbs look like. There’s even a tram stop called Stalingrad, though I have to say it was not what I imagine present-day Volgograd to be.
After buying sandwiches at Paul to bring back to our little flat for lunch, we stopped at Le Pain Quotidien for espresso and pain au chocolat. It’s around the block but has always been too busy in the past for us to sit at a table and savour each flake of the pastries. Today it was quiet. And as well as my pain au chocolat, I loved the tiled floor and the cupboard holding the confitures.
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Who would dream of calling you shallow for that? You’re making me hungry for our trip to Paris next month…comparative boulangerie research is always a feature of our holidays. Enjoy, enjoy!
Oh, Sarah, the apricot and pistachio pastry this morning, our last treat before leaving Bordeaux for Carcassonne — heaven…