Petit-déjeuner à Paris: an ode to French bread
Parisian boulangeries have ruined me for all other bread. Yes, Rome ruined me for all other pizza, but I was never a huge pizza lover and I got over it. But bread? Dead to me. I wish it wasn’t so, but there it is. This is one of the breakfasts my Dad made one dark, winter’s morning in Paris. The photo still brings back feelings … Continue reading Petit-déjeuner à Paris: an ode to French bread