Last night I dreamt...

...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!]