Thick rich hot chocolate.
When the hot chocolate pot came out with the spoon standing straight on like a flower in a vase, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
Drinking it was impossible, so I ate it.
Oh French cafe how I will never ever tire of you.
Ah the pleasure of taking France in over food and drink.
To stop at a cafe, sit back, and be part of the scene.
Hemingway, Sand, Monet, Cezanne...
Nicoise salad, pomme frites, moutarde...
Black beret, glass of wine and the Marseillaise.
I mustn't forget a baguette and wine.
Breakfast, lunch, coffee, goutee (mid afternoon snack), aperitif, dinner-
With increasing mouthfuls of sweetness ends with dessert.
Full circle beginning to end
one pleasure after another.