The Smiths Bakery… Our Little Niche…

Le… Smiths Bakery…

Desperately seeking… “un express”…

After… a late night…

Today’s “morning”…

Was… late…

“Trop tard… pour un…

Croissant… et un café”…

“Bofff”…

Our favourite… “haunt”…

“Le Café de Flore… à Saint-Germain-des-Prés”…

Would… never… ever…

Offer us that… at such an unearthly hour…

“Non… non…

Quel… horreur”…

Stumbling… grumbling…

We headed to Paul’s… just around the corner from our Church…

Having passed a… “good luck”… straw Chinese dragon… in a shop window…

Low… and… behold…

“Juste en face”…

We found this little… oasis…

The… Smiths Bakery…

A Berthillon white awning… covering the entrance… was fresh and welcoming…

Upon investigating closer… we sort of… liked what we found…

Round metal tables… in grey and beige… with the most adorable little round stools clutching to them…

Inside the elongated bakery… was NOT…

Without… style…

Beige “vitrines”… filled with the most… vivid and lovely…

“Tartes… aux fraises”…

“Tartes… aux framboises”…

The very Parisian delicacies… the “Religieuse”… “Tarte au citron”… the delicately layered “Mille-feuille”… also… the inevitable… quiches… salads… sandwiches… all good…

Business… was brisk.

People were queuing… for the excellent Berthillon ice cream…

We… liked…

Our new-found… little niche…

Sunbathing while sipping on our hot cups of coffee around our round table… on the first day of summery sun à Paris…

All was OK… in our world…

“On a vraiment… aimé”…

The… Smiths Bakery…

A… welcome…

New… addition…

In… our…

Darling…

“Quartier”…

Saint-Germain…

Des…

Prés…

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