It might be safe to say that, in a perfect world, this would be my breakfast. Everyday.
That week in Fouras possibly was the closest I could get to perfection. A perfection that tasted damn good. Especially with a sprinkle of vanilla sugar.
Perhaps, it was just a breakfast. But it certainly didn’t feel like a just kind of one.
Have a lovely week-end. And please, do treat yourself with your very favourite breakfast. Which is… (pssss, let me know!)