A cafe at the beginning of a block. . .
A cafe at the end of the block. . . .
And one that meets in the middle! This one was quite near our apartment.
We always ate breakfast at a table outside a cafe. The traditional French breakfast is a croissant, butter, baguette and fruit preservers along with orange juice and a cappuccino.
Our dear French friend insists that the croissants must be plain but the chocolate ones we like are available. . . . . maybe just for the tourists!
Cafes are a great place for a glass of cider or beer, snails, a sandwich or any light French meal. Always there is crusty bread and cheese. And you can sit and rest after eating and no one insists that you leave. Most of the waiters,especially the young ones ,speak English after the bonjour and merci!
My husband loves to tease me about how little I have of French though I have many years on my transcripts! I always remind him that i TOOK French but never say I STUDIED French! I remember Je ne sais pas and Je ne comprendez pas so I could respond in Francis to madame! I have no idea if these are spelled correctly but thought I wouldn’t check for spelling so that you get the full extinct of my French!
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Oh, my goodness, Anne. The bread all looks so good. I’m beginning to gain some weight back and clothes are getting snug, so I really have to watch my calorie intake, and here you are posting those lovely photos of my favorite foods. Most of the Indian cuisine is in that category. Hugs ((()))
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Let’s face it, we both like to eat!
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Some truths are hard to face, my friend, says the lady who spent the day making drunken chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy from scratch. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a banquet table laid out and kept supplied constantly with all the favorites?
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The chocolat ones are not croissants but called pains au chocolat. Nice.
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Oh interesting. Makes sense with the difference in shape. Both are buttery and flaky though! Thanks Mike.
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My first visit to Paris was in 1977; my last was 2007. ‘Bout time for me to return, n’est-ce pas?
“He went to Paris, looking for answers….” With apologies to Jimmy Buffett.
Shameless self-promotion link below; click at your own annoyance.
Cheers!
https://texantales.com/2014/08/06/he-went-to-paris/
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Oh I have missed your stories! Glad to hear from you !
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This was a lovely post on the cafes. I just wrote about a nice cafe in Dublin and did a search to see what other special cafes are out there and found your post, which was a pleasant surprise. http://Www.brilliantviewpoint.com.
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