I wake to intoxicating aromas. Am I still dreaming? Did I die, and this is what Heaven smells like? Orgasmically-rich butter is wafting up through my loft bedroom’s open window. Wait. Not just butter. Golden baked flour, the finest dark chocolate, pure vanilla, and the sweet smell of caramelized sugar pervade my room. Warm breeze carries those divine scents from a nearby bakery, called a boulangerie. A bird sings. A church bell chimes. A wide grin stretches across my face. I pinch myself. Yep. I’m still in France. Continue reading Beaune Farmers Market magnifique