Saturday 8 October
Cool, no rain
Post office, laundry, chores day. Eating fitted in.
Petit pain. There are five boulongeries close by. Each day we check for petit pain. Only once, until today, have we found more than one, yes one. Today I searched early and scored the last five. No idea if they are becoming extinct or just being sold wholesale for sandwiches.
The post office filled with dogs and skate boards was once again extremely helpful and friendly. Even let me joke in French. Liked it when, after giving us a tracking number, I said I would call her if there was a problem. Offered to come to San Francisco.
Coffee. Went back to our favorite rude place. They did not disappoint. Ordered a express and picked up the small cup to drink while leaving the saucer on the counter. No. Insisted I take the saucer as though I would be slobbering all over his counter.
Huitres and other fine seafood for dinner followed by nose poires (aka abate pears) at least that is what we call them, afterwards.
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