That’s the name of my preferred baguette: bread (French of course), cheese, ham and BUERRE. Mmmmmmmmmmm That’s butter. French butter, especially made with Brittany or Normandy sea salt is the best! What amazes me is that I buy the sandwich thinking I have lunch AND dinner, it’s so big. And then I sit down to savor it. And suddenly, it’s all gone. I swear these sandwiches are over a foot long.
I can’t even blame the kids (see photo). Between the fact that it is delicious and the fact that I am walking everywhere and working up an appetite – c’est fini!
Today I took it easy. Only walked 4 miles. Hoping to ease the swelling with an ice session in a few minutes. But I did make it to La Boutique SNCF (Societe Nationale de Chemin de Fer) to purchase my senior card. The entire transaction was in French. Which means I missed a lot and didn’t say much. But I muddled through and have my discount card. I should have made it effective today but he wanted to give me the most time. (He didn’t know I won’t be here a year.) So it starts Monday and hence I will stay in the Paris environs til then. (Did you notice the macaron in the photo? Under Josephine’s paw? I wrestled it away from her. Tasty.)
I’m on the lookout for a tea tray too. But I think I will find that near my favorite hotel over by the Perenty metro line. Much more a workingclass neighborhood with cheaper prices. For I have become a tea addict. Trying to give up Diet Coke. Which isn’t too difficult here as Coca Cola Light just doesn’t taste the same…
Time for ice.