Are about to be over for the next eight weeks as Steve and Jake return for their last term in France… and then the silence will return – no doubt interrupted by various guests.
I made the most of it by going to La Rochefoucauld for a couple of baguettes – I tend not to eat too much bread when I’m on my own – they go stale before they’re over. The bakeries and florists are open on Sunday mornings – I love this. The town is actually busy for once. The man in front of me picked up about ten little patisserie gateaux for his children – and since he left one solitary eclair, I decided to indulge myself. I’ve had precisely two in two years. It was heavenly. Not only was the entire street filled with the sweet smell of sugar, but the sun came out. If I ever get tired of bakeries on Sunday mornings and picking up the baguettes, I’m moving to Italy for a new adventure. I don’t think it’s going to happen though.
2 thoughts on “Silent Sundays”
My favourite thing about France is their bread. On holidays there I used to eat bread with butter all the time and I didn’t bother to try more expensive food. Beautiful photos. In love with French countryside!
We’ve just had a couple of lovely baguettes – it’s one of the nicest parts of France! I’ve just started following a blog about the lake district – beautiful, too, but so rainy!