Belgian Buns

Back in the good old days when we were respectable and upstanding house and boat owners, JC used to get on his bicycle every weekday at 13.15 hours and pedal to Champs the Bakers. He would return with a large pink topped Belgian bun which he would half and eat one part after his lunch whilst reading the Daily Telegraph sports section.

The other part would sit in the bread bin winking at me for a while/minutes/hours/ until eventually it would be devoured sometimes with a cuppa. So here we are in France where we seem to avoid the now rather bread focused Boulangerie and make for the Patisserie!
The choice of cakes, treats, buns and biscuits is unbelievable even in a tiny village. Today we had a Mille Feuille and a Bra de Venus! Both delicious.

So when JC asked me how I got on with the camp site loos in that they don't have any seats, I was able to reassure him that as my bottom is now so large it is not a problem!


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Location:Balaruc des Bains