There is virtually no meal without a bit of bread in France. Every day you see French people walking proudly with their baguettes under their arms, sometimes even eating a petit morceau on the way because the smell of the bread is just irresistible.
For me, to go to the Boulangerie is an exercise of self control… I arrive there with the intention of buying a demi baguette and I find myself bewitched by the dozens of different patisseries and chocolates and petit gâteaux and cookies and…mon Dieu…what am I going to do?
-Bonjour, Mademoiselle! – the smiling Boulanger greets me
-Une demi baguette, s il vous plait
It takes seconds for the bread to be cut in two, packed and given to me but in this little time frame my eyes travel around the shop while I fight the urge to ask for everything that I can carry home (while eating most of it on the way)
Ok, a little pain au chocolat for my mid afternoon break. Why not?
Pain is so close to pleasure. Or is it the other way around?
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
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