Monday, March 2, 2015
Few minds wear out; more rust out.
Some dogs exude elegance.....
.... others don't. Could be the crumbs on Bobs beard that ruin the image.
Mandarine Pistache at the fancy bakers.
The fancy baker is in one of his glum moods. I ask him how things are going. '' Like France " he replies. '' I'm thinking of moving to Portugal. The taxes are lower there ". He then launches into a fervent critique of the government.
We buy a Tarte Tatin, a Mandarine Pistache and an Aumoniere Framboise. Aumoniere a word I've never heard before. The baker says it's a pancake with raspberry filing.
As we go he pulls out a large bottle of Armagnac from behind the counter. He offers me a swig. It's barely 8.00 am. A 'thanks but no thanks' moment.