This morning I got up just after 6, put on LOTS of clothes and went out into the freezing cold. My nose hurt and my face protested. Above me was a navy blue sky and a huge waning moon crescent. I walked up the road, which was pretty empty, apart from the early buses. A right turn into a side street, walking between blossoming cherry trees, past the park where the children's play park was still dark and cold and the trees bare.
Then a waft of warm smell entered my nostrils, and there in the distance: a Mecca for an early bird - the milky white window of a bakery, completely covered with condensation from the heat inside. I entered, and defrosted slightly in the warm, welcoming light. To the right, the baker deftly handled his baking trays and things. To the left, a mouth-watering display of bread and "viennoiseries"; pastries and the like.
With a baguette under one arm and a paper bag containing two "pains au chocolat" in my pocket, I headed home to enjoy my French breakfast..
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