As I’m currently off and away in Portugal, here’s a picture of my breakfast on my first day in Paris a couple of weeks ago. It was from a divine little cafe near the Saint-Augustin. The croissants were wonderfully light and slightly saffrony – pastry to die for! Incidently, due to a screw up with the trains, I didn’t actually arrive in the centre of Paris until about 1am, which must be when the boulangeries fire up the ovens, because the whole of Paris smelt of baking croissants! Amazing!