Tuesday, December 19, 2017


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.

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