Her: Every Saturday I walk my dog to the Patisserie and I get one of these tiny cakes
-she holds up the palm of her hand to show me how small they are-
I spear a piece of arugula.
Her: When I get home I put whip cream on it
She is a mirage of French romance. I don't want to blink incase atmospheric conditions suddenly change and she vanishes.
Since this trip my desire to learn French has increased by approximately 300%