Le Petit Dejeuner

I take back everything bad I ever said about breakfast in Europe.  I dragged myself out of bed this morning and went down to breakfast in the basement of the hotel.  And I discovered something that I'd apparently overlooked yesterday.  Croissants.  And not croissants like we get at home at Dunkin Donuts, either.  Amazing, airy, buttery, flaky croissants that were probably just baked this morning.  Incredible.  I ate TWO.