It's late for me, after 11pm here, so just a short post about the lunch we had on Thursday at Bread and Roses. Martha picked it out and led me by the hand,I was practically comatose after the flight, the bus ride, the taxi ride and getting settled into my hotel for one night.
But it was worth it. Martha had quiche and salad, but I had the pumpkin soup with country bread and that wonderful ham they have over here, sliced thin, a plate full. Eaten with a whole pot of English breakfast tea and followed by a tart au citrone. Half of which I had to take back to the hotel for later.
If it weren't for the people I love being in Alabama, I would be living in Paris for the bread and butter.