A Simple Parisian Breakfast

Bright sunlight washes over you, cut only by large, structured segments of shade as the sun rises from behind the tall Haussmannian buildings. The vividly blue sky is clear and vast, but there’s still a slight crisp chill that you can smell along with waves of baking bread that wafts through the streets as bakeries begin to open.

You have a big day planned of window shopping and absolutely nothing else. It’s 9 am, early for Paris (people don’t seem to start their days here before 11), and it’s time for breakfast.

You know what you want: a small streetside table at cafe that serves simple breakfasts with the perfect view to the people going about their day. There’s many to choose from.

You take your pick and sit yourself on your preferred table. Maybe you have a cigarette from that pack you’ve bought just because you are in Europe.

Breakfast arrives: a pastry. Or, perhaps, some toast with quality butter that you can spread thickly upon it. Paired with an espresso (two sugars).

You’re content. Time to watch the world go by.