The daily fix
A story about memories, breakfast, cheese, fouras, holidays, iphone. Written on le Monday 27 February 2012.
I wake up to the shy sound of a detuned French radio. And leave a half-drank latte – stay put – on the kitchen table. Off on my favourite hollandais bike.
It rattles, unexpectedly. And the brake feels ever too fierce.
But it takes me to the market. And the little fort by the beach; the one at the end of the stony trail.
I could spend hours there. Especially when the sun turns the sky into a rainbow.
Yes, I’m in Fouras.
And really, how could I be there and not tell you about les jonchées (although, I have before; and not just once)? I don’t think I’m fooling anyone. I’m still addicted.
Perhaps more than ever.
A.
Feb 27, 2012
I’d love to see that rainbow sky… And P.S. I’ll never get bored about your jonchee tales. I just wish I could taste one!
Come visit! xx
Lucia
Feb 28, 2012
Please, bring some jonchées to us :-)
nancy
Mar 01, 2012
i have never tried one…that i know of…
Aïda
Mar 04, 2012
Ah les jonchées!! J’ai hâte d’en manger.
Duygu
Mar 06, 2012
Now,I have to visit France,because of the jonchees!(but I can’t, by the way) I’m dying of curiosity about how they taste.Thanks to you and Mr.Lebovitz!
The best thing you’ll ever have. Trust me.