Before breakfast each day Philippe drives or walks to a nearby bakery for fresh baguette. This morning I went with him.
When I took this photo we were the only ones there, but when we left, there was a line of at least ten people. The inside is about the size of a large kitchen so the line extended a long way out the door.
There's definitely no English spoken here so Philippe had to tell them that I wanted to buy Petit Fours. There was a small tray with a pretty assortment so I bought the whole thing. They'll be dessert after tonight's dinner.
One difference between bakeries in the U.S. and France is that here your purchases are all wrapped with a special waxed type paper and tied with ribbon or string.
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