I’m a busy little beaver this week trying to turn a blog into a book which in my case involves wading through thousands of photos, literally. I thought I had it all settled but Rusty keeps showing me one lovely snapshot after another and I can’t decide which ones I want to use.
So instead of a load of words today I offer you this photo taken early this morning at our beloved boulangerie…
I only wish we had smellovision because you can’t begin to imagine how good it smells in here. Who has the perfect words for this picture?
Come to Mama.
Doh!
Is that a croissant in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
And don’t think I don’t see those baquettes standing up in the background. I’ll be back for them later.
I am doing the very same thing – making an online beast fit for the page. Not an easy task. I’d wish you luck but you don’t need it. I work in marketing and I can smell a bestseller (and fresh croissants) an ocean away.
a luxurious “la smelte” (smell that makes you melt)
I’d say “Good Morning,” which I suppose is just Bonjour!
yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum, but you must sing it,
Please post me one will you! I can just taste it.. stale is fine…
so many carbs, so little time!
Drooling. No, seriously. I’m drooling.
love. and really, i can smell it. the boulangerie smell is something i’ll never forget!
You know, that’s pure torture right there having to look at those and not getting to eat any!
I have a title for this picture. It’s called Me Arse.
Mon Dieu I wanna tarte au citron! Say you’ll eat one for me! Just go to the patisserie around the corner!
“A complete inventory of last month’s (week’s?) intake.”
Or perhaps, “The end of a Semurois rainbow.”
Oh! But I can smell it!!