Sometimes life in France is very trying.
Like, I’m TRYING not to pig out on amazing patisseries. Yet, just to get a baguette, I have to go past this.
Not to mention these.
OK, the line at Noez bakery is long (proof that the goods are great. With bakeries on every other block, there are other choices!) but it moves very quickly. The line usually snakes outside on market days, and once inside we must pass a veritable gantlet of goodies.
How much self-control can one person muster before cracking under pressure from this?
I love seeing the impeccably dressed elderly ladies choosing individual desserts for coffee with their friends. Un mille-feuille, un baba au rum, une tarte aux fraises…. (and they know which are masculine and which are feminine!!! Feuille is feminine, but mille-feuille is masculine. I give up!)
While American schoolchildren are belting out “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,” in France the favorite round to sing is:
Battez la crème, battez la crème, battez la crème, battez la crème
De la crème fraîche que l’on fouette si gaiement
Parfum vanille, un peu de sucre blanc
On l’aime à la folie, la crème chantilly
Beat the cream, beat the cream, beat the cream, beat the cream
Some whipped cream, which we whip so gaily
Vanilla flavor, a little white sugar,
We love it madly, whipped cream
Says a lot about priorities, eh?