Really, I did. Look!
That is Ella by the way. She is another student from Concordia College, and she’s pretty great. I have been getting to know her better over the course of the past few days. We went to this boulangerie at the suggestion of another guy living in our house named Beau, named by his brother after some famous basketball player from the 80s or 90s. Hardouin is the name, and after having partaken in their soon-to-be-infamous sandwich, boisson (drink), et dessert deal for around 7 euros, a steal among dining places in Tours, I would highly recommend it to anyone that is in the area.
And I think that Ella would too.
She wasn’t even posing. Just kidding. But I’m sure that if she were by herself with no strangers nearby she would have made this same pose due to untainted bliss stampeding through her being like a business of ferrets liberated from Pets Mart. She told me while we were eating that the sandwich that she had ordered–ham and cheese on buttered baguette–was the part of France that she had been dreaming about coming back to since her first experience at 16.
“I’ve got cuts on the roof of my mouth,” she said. “That’s when you know the bread is good, when it cuts the roof of your mouth–crispy.”
I could agree with that. The bread is phenomenal here. Furthermore, I think that there may be something to be said about the cutting of the mouth principle. Take Cap’n Crunch’s Peanut Butter Crunch for instance. You would not continue to eat something capable of cutting your mouth unless it was worth it.
For dessert we had cherry and strawberry tarts. Très magnifique!