You have to love rainy and windy Monday mornings when you walk to school to be there for your 7:45AM class for which the teacher doesn’t show up and gave you no warning (nor to the students, kudos to you guys for speaking to me in English without prompting). So you walk back home through the rain and wind because your next class isn’t until the afternoon, so you stop in a boulangerie where you proceed to have a lovely conversation with the boulanger and his mother? involving life advice and get a baguette fresh out of the oven. French bread fresh out of the oven is one of the closest things on this earth to being truly divine.
May I mention that the muffins are labeled “muffings” in this boulangerie and I find this abso-frickin’-lutely adorable? Muffins with a southern French accent. Squee! I may never be a southern girl, but the south of France is really working its way into my heart.
Thank you, Boulangerie Le Petit Mitron. I think that today, I might just be winning.