A beautiful Sucka-free Sunday in the Village of Pegomas. It seems the Sunday morning ritual is to pick up some fresh croissants for la petit dejeuner. We had to stop at 2 different boulangeries to get the last 3 in the village. As we didn't want to return to La Pitchoun short a croissant, we had to pick up an additional baguette which was hot out of the oven. It took everything I had to keep it intact on the ride home. Not to mention the croissant. I feel happy just thinking about it. The golden sheen, the flaky crust, the soft, buttery innards. Oh man.
Best. Croissant. Ever.
Now we are off to the Farmer's Market in Cannes, followed by an afternoon lounging by the pool. I understand this is the recommended way to burn off aforementioned baked goods.
I am considering having the mail forwarded here, and my pants taken out. Viva la France!
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