Cafe au lait aka redemption

Mission of the day, which I set myself and therefore accepted, was to not let being a little bitch get in the way. A regret I bring home from anywhere with a language barrier I've travelled is prioritising 'not looking silly' over an experience I want, and as much as the French have a reputation for helping you along in your self loathing, damn it, I wanted a cafe breakfast.

Well. Turns out either I'm amazing or the folk in Biarritz are angels or maybe everything just came together today. I stormed (walked) into Les Halles, and seized the day (ordered a coffee) and took up space (sat quietly on a stool) and took my bloody time (ordered a pastry when my coffee was gone) and demanded (muddled through) it all in French and DID IT (did it).Leia mais