Melinda and I took a short walk to a nearby bakery this morning, picking up pain au chocolat for the girls and a baguette for us. The conversation in the bakery was entirely in French with the young baker woman warning us that the chocolate was hot and could burn our tongues. Yes, the bread was fresh out of the oven; in fact, we saw it being placed in the baskets for selling.

On the walk back Melinda admired this particular door and asked me to take her picture in front of it. She liked the multiple mail slots, the color, and the doorknob in the middle. And you can see all the baked goods in Melinda’s hands.

Back at the apartment I bathed my part of the baguette in apricot jam. Yummy!