This is a view of my morning briochette et café au lait – with a backdrop of a 15th (?) century tower wall – from my ringside seat at the sidewalk cafe just steps from our apartment in Amboise. From here I can watch villagers walk by with their morning baguettes tucked under their arms, reply bonjour! when the occasional gregarious local acknowledges me, eavesdrop on lovers’ arguments – or simply post obnoxious blogs about the joys of sitting in sidewalk cafés in small French towns…
Ooooooohhhhhh. I want to have une patisserie et du dcafe avec toi. Why, o why must you tantalize us like this? You’ll probably post some cheese and wine next. Maybe I should see if I could retire earlier……ooohh I see what you’re doing…..
Merde! You’re on to me! 🙂 I DO think that this four-more-years-until-retirement thing has some holes in it. A second – or third! – opinion is in order! Talk to you soon, sweetie…
OMG! As I keep saying, I want to be right there! I heard that gluten is not a problem in France!
Wish you were here hanging at these cafés with me! Don’t know about the gluten thing. Not sure I can translate that…☺?
Oh I just realized that the gluten thing was a joke. Sheesh! But it’s true – no gluten allowed in France. You are safe here!