I usually eat breakfast at my desk. Walking to le boulangerie through a quaint, sleepy town to bring back baked goods for a preserves, baguette, and pastries (pain suisse esp. is a waistline danger) and oeufs breakfast with French press coffee and some Perrier is a delightful way to start the day. Especially with the air at skin feeling temperature, no breeze, and the birds singing.
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