Gilles can have his
pain de seigle valaisan au miel, I'll have something slightly more refined (as in, refined flour, refined sugar, refined goodness-knows-what-else ...) but no less sweet to start my morning: a
boule de Berlin, shown here with the bakery bag illustration of the charming little village we were staying in.
So jealous of your mountain holiday right now! The photos are lovely, as well as the stories they tell.
ReplyDeleteOMG, YUM!!!!
ReplyDeleteLooks yummy! Loving your pictures :)
ReplyDeleteOh YUM!!!
ReplyDeleteHeaven, breakfasts can be so much fun.
ReplyDeleteAnd one of the only reasons I visit my sister in Germany as frequently as I do. Well, this, the cream of tomato soup, and the Doner if I'm being completely honest.
ReplyDeleteI go for the pretzels!
DeleteThere is a little cart selling boules de Berlin on a path I often take. Every once in a while, I catch a whiff of what's cooking and just can't resist.
Note to self: Next time I sign up for a photo challange do not live a chaotic life, do not pack the good camera for the move, go on an amazing beautiful vacation, channel the talent of Elizabeth.
ReplyDeleteYour photos are incredible!
You are too sweet. I'm very touched - thank you!
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