Let them Eat Bread

 Breakfast this morning wasn't my crusty bagguette and strong little coffee that I started my day with in Southern France. I walked over the crunchy leaves instead to get an egg sandwich from the little corner store down the street. It was kind of nice feeling like a local again, a chance to BS about all the events I missed. A little gossip and politics.Some things are the same around the world, I am just back in my world.