I was sitting peacefully…
on one of the park benches in Parc de la Pepinière today, enjoying a lovely Sunday afternoon which will probably be one of the last warm days here. I had bought a Quiche Lorraine – the specialty of this region that has eggs, ham and a crust that is so buttery and flaky that it really should be a sin to eat it, but I digress…so, after I finished my quiche and had sufficiently licked my fingers enough to get all the butter off and tried to clean all the flakes of dough off my black shirt so as to not stand out as the American who eats with her fingers instead of with forks, I reached for my Viennois (a lovely slightly sweet bread) with dark chocolate chips – yes, the French understand that to use anything except dark chocolate is an offense against pastries.
on one of the park benches in Parc de la Pepinière today, enjoying a lovely Sunday afternoon which will probably be one of the last warm days here. I had bought a Quiche Lorraine – the specialty of this region that has eggs, ham and a crust that is so buttery and flaky that it really should be a sin to eat it, but I digress…so, after I finished my quiche and had sufficiently licked my fingers enough to get all the butter off and tried to clean all the flakes of dough off my black shirt so as to not stand out as the American who eats with her fingers instead of with forks, I reached for my Viennois (a lovely slightly sweet bread) with dark chocolate chips – yes, the French understand that to use anything except dark chocolate is an offense against pastries.

Voilà the culprit and my lovely Viennois:


Bonne Dimanche !