Category Archives: cafe
full English……
Here’s wishing for a full English victory at Twickenham today….even though, in truth, I rejected the fry up for some very good Italian coffee and a French croissant:)
saying the C word loudly…..CLUCK, OH CLUCKING CLUCK
I can well understand the clucking of hens a laying and I am in awe of the stoicism that prevents them from declaring more stridently.Just considering the concept of a life spent passing objects the size of one’s head ( … Continue reading
La recherche du pain perdu or memories of idyllic petits dejs….
Croissants are iconic. They say France and they invoke the smell of coffee and the taste of apricot jam in whichever setting of that extraordinary country to which you have been transported by your imagination – blue seas, peaceful mountains … Continue reading
Called to the bar
Mid morning in the cafe in Moutiers les Mauxfaits and things are not hotting up. A cold beer is ready to help with any important decision making. The word “Mauxfaits” ( bad or evil deeds) suggests that history has not been … Continue reading