Breakfasts

We don’t tend to take breakfast at our hotels where we stay, as we enjoy finding a little street café and sitting down for a quiet coffee, and maybe a croissant or a piece of baguette, to watch the world go by.

We were particularly surprised to find bacon and eggs, and freshly squeezed orange juice on the menu at this little restaurant, so I couldn’t resist it. What a treat.

As we were enjoying the ambiance, and the quiet of people’s Saturday morning just getting started, the sound of a beat blasting up the street was heading our way. “Crikey,” I said to Brian, “that’s changing the mood.” At which point a chap on a trike came around the corner pulling a large ghetto blaster on a little trailer and followed by some 50 or so joggers. What a great way to start your day and blast away the cobwebs of your Friday night.

No sooner had they passed but another group headed across the crossroads—just brilliant. It almost made me feel like joining them!