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bld {Breakfast}

It was an early Sunday morning when my body decided that sleep should merely be optional.  I casually made more of a ruckus than I usually do in getting dressed.  You know, things like slamming doors,  sitting down violently on the bed to put on socks, or letting the cat in the bedroom to meow loudly until he is fed because we all know there is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast!  And what a coincidence, my Fiance woke right up! The early morning hours of the weekend, by the way,  are the best time to take a drive around Los Angeles, precisely because you can do exactly that, drive. Read the rest of this entry »



You are cozily situated  in a Paris café in Montmartre or perhaps Montparnasse with a warm cup of the most delicious, rich, robust coffee you have ever had.  It’s nestled in a chalice between your palms.  The steam rises up into the cool air with a heavenly aroma that would surely rouse the most sound sleeper out of bed.  On your little table, a flaky, warm butter croissant perches on a glossy white plate just slightly to the west of the Venus Di Milo of coffees. The city buzzes all around you but instead of a car horn you hear a muted trumpet.  Instead of a police siren, a café piano. And that motorbike, a french crooner… Read the rest of this entry »