Restauration rapide

Once again, we have managed to commit a deportation-worthy offense: that of squatting in a restaurant. We went to a chocolaterie/patisserie/restauration rapide for lunch in Thiers and sat there for an hour and a half, nursing various foods and drinks and chatting and giggling, while waiting for the rain to let up. Thankfully the lady was very nice about it, but we still felt guilty afterwards.

And here's a message for one of my favorite pastries, in case it's out there reading: I love you, flan.

srah - Sunday, 27 October 2002 - 7:53 PM
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