Saying à toute l’heure à to France
Every time I leave the country, I always rush to my favorite-no-name boulangerie and have a croissant. It’s a silly tradition, I know, but it’s hard to imagine not having access to a perfect, flaky, buttery viennoiserie creation. Additionally, when traveling dehors France; a sight that I desperately long for and find it odd to not see people carrying a baguette underarm or in their marché bag. Man, am I in love with Paris or what?