I’ve spent a significant amount of time in France. And I miss it. I miss it beaucoup. So I thought that maybe a weekly homage to all things français might be in order — and might help me cope a bit better with my withdrawal. Stop the twitching and cold sweats and stuff like that.
And it might help you too, because let’s face it: French things rule.
Case in point: boulangeries. Nothing is more withdrawal-worthy than a baguette. Screw the Louvre. Screw the Eiffel Tower. GIVE ME BAGUETTES OR GIVE ME DEATH!!!!
Vive les boulangeries!
