As delicious as croissants can be, I am still learning the art of eating one without wearing it for the rest of the day. I have seen enough dandruff commercials to know the enormity of its impact on one’s social life. And the puff pastry variety is equally unforgivable. During a recent rendezvous, I pulled off my black scarf, inspiring a downpour of butter-flavored flakes. Nevertheless, sharing what I had for breakfast must only be reserved for my blog (note: cereal).
But thank heavens I married French! Not only do I have a personal grammar coach, but also a personal instructor on the proper way on how to eat a croissant. Et voilà!…
Summer is on its way out. Paris is entering its second week of the dreaded la rentrée, back to school and back to the grind. Here is one last lingering memory of my summer, breakfast for one at La Cigale in Nantes. Note the long-lost latte and the unparalleled crème caramel au sel de Guérande.
By the way, don’t forget to read how I’m surviving la rentreehere, my first collaboration with the delightful HiP Paris Blog.