A Return to Cannes

My eyes scan the crowded sidewalk café, searching for an open table. Funny that it is much more crowded than yesterday, I think to myself, spotting an available table for two and maneuvering quickly to grab it before someone else does. As I sit down and face the bustling open air market in its covered


Le Pain Quotidien

Funny how some little things remain unexpectedly with you for years. “You have to break the end off your baguette and eat it on the way home.” Such was Roberta’s instruction to me as we walked back to her flat from Maison Kayser, an artisanal boulangerie a few blocks away from her Left Bank apartment,