Breakfast at a Laundromat

When you travel for two weeks, there comes a time when you have to do laundry; that would be today. I bought detergent, headed for the laverie automatique, started two loads, walked to the boulangerie, bought breakfast and returned to the laundromat. Here’s 11:00 a.m. breakfast, croissant and chicken-comte quiche.

Little comte in the quiche, but generous with chicken chunks. Across the street, a security guard watched me chew. A girl entered with her detergent in a Maille mustard jar. Good idea. Then I read France magazine, which confirmed my boulangerie, Eric Kayser, was a good choice.

Tonight, dinner at L’Oulette. Off to Bordeaux on Saturday.

- PJ