Tuesday, December 19, 2017
For days I wanted to take Martin to Poilâne for a Chasson aux Pommes, and I wanted him to see the beauty of their bread, even if he wasn't going to taste it.
In 2013, I bought a quarter loaf, sliced, when I stayed for 12 days in a Paris apartment before I walked The Way of St. James. Each morning I ate a toasted slice each with a scramble of plein air eggs. Yum!
Here's a link to this small bakery, and some photos I took yesterday.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lionel_Poil%C3%A2ne