It’s the start of the weekend here and I just grabbed a fresh batch of baguettes.
My love for fresh baguettes grew from younger days of living in France.
There’s something simply mouth-watering about the fresh smell of baked baguettes/bread floating out of the windows of the local boulangerie.
Some say it’s the bewitching magic of yeast.
I also believe that my people-watching days started from this time back in the days when I would sit and nurse a cup of hot cocoa and a fresh sandwich of choice.
I am feeling nostalgic.