A couple of weeks ago I was in New Orleans for one of my overnights. We arrived late so our departure time was later in the day. I enjoyed the continental breakfast at the hotel then headed out for a walk. My journey took me to this small French bakery called Chez Pierre. Maybe three cars in the parking lot but something about it called me to walk in, and it wasn’t because I was hungry. I was met by an elderly women behind this absolutely beautiful display case of wonderful pastries. There were two young girls enjoying quiche and their conversation. Before I knew what had happened this delicious pastry was sitting in front of me (have no clue how that happened). Let me tell you it was delicious, even at 9:30 in the morning. I was over the edge.
Here’s what it looked like when I left. No wonder my uniform pants fit tight.