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!