This bakery was my breakfast stop each morning and because it’s hard for me to limit the number of carbos consumed, I marveled at the discipline of the well toned French women who worked there. I got friendly with one of them who concocted a special “americano” – 3 shots of expresso and hot milk for me and served this with a croissant right out of the oven with a timely suggestion for something to do or visit that day. On my last day in Reims, I arrived at my usual time and she greeted me by asking “Are you leaving today?” I asked incredulously “how did you know that??!!” She pointed to her head and said “I have a gift” and gave me a package of cookies. I wonder if the “gift” she was referring to was the cookies or a psychic ability…or maybe both….guardian angels can work that way.
