Saturday Morning Ride

Since the weather is acting so nicely these days, one of my new favourite things to do on Saturday morning, is taking Fleur for a bike ride to The Bread Station. For the past month we have gone and sat there, eating a croissant and having a coffee while watching dogs passing, cyclists riding, and people queuing for the bakery. On the way back we usually hit the playground for at least an hour.

Last saturday I decided to pick up the goods instead (Vincent is back from Armenia and doesn't really enjoy a bike ride or getting up early in the morning). It just so happened that the nice sidewalk in front of The Bread Station has been ruined by a big, ugly scaffold. It is still possible to sit there, but no way as nice as without. Luckily the bread and pastry is super delicious as always, but I guess we'll have to pick up the bread and go somewhere else to eat it for the remaining part of the summer.

Mornings!

Right now I love the mornings when the sun comes into our kitchen and I can make some of the coffee I brought back from Caravan in London. To me their Market Blend is the best coffee, and since I brought it back, it has become a bit of a morning ritual to make myself a cup.

Morning Song!

3 months summer vacation is coming to an end, and tomorrow I am finally beginning my third year. Only nine more months to go. Nine months that I imagine will be intense and hard. Now I have to start setting the alarm again.
Every morning when my alarm rings I awake to the sound of Michel Polnareff's voice singing
"Âme Caline". I find it to be a great start to the day.
You can be the judge of that yourself.

Have a great week.