...with Paris many, many years ago, when we could walk
around freely the city streets with a baguette under the arm.
I woke up with an impossible desire of turning back the clock and,
once more, taste that bread... When I suddenly remembered that
the bakery down the street sells a similar one, first thing I did when
I got up, was to order and pay it on-line, so that a few minutes
later I could just go there to pick it up!
So early and with an empty street, I stopped a little while to
seize morning fresh air without a mask.
[Thanks, sis!]
