Breakfast in Paris

We do breakfast comme des Parisiens on this side of the Atlantic. Every morning we go to a bakery and get a fresh baguette pas trop cuit (not too hard) and a couple of croissants. We have juice and assorted cheeses on hand in the refrigerator. We’ll also pick up some fruit. Then we feast. The guys have their coffee, I have my tea. We have a convivial conversation, in which we discuss history, culture, politics, or whatever else comes to mind. We also hash out the destinations du jour. This often means we don’t get out of the apartment very early, but we’re on vacation. There is no clock to punch.