In all the years I have been coming to France today is the first time I have found paper money on the ground. I’m not sure if this says something about how the French are with cash, or if I am not the earliest bird each morning. But there it was on the street. A nice fat, juicy twenty euro …
Our local boulangerie offers a wide selection of breads and other treats during regular hours, and the almost irresistible smell of baking bread before and after. At the counter, Marie-Claire is there without fail, rain or shine, and in sickness and in health. And if one needs a bottle of cold champagne, fear not, for she will pull one out …