Sipping my first coffee in Paris was everything I expected it to be. The more I sipped the more my shoulders dropped, leaving Melbourne (and work) behind as a distant memory. We watched the fruit market in full swing on the other side of the road with smells of cheese and perfectly ripe strawberries, and stunningly beautiful sunflowers blowing in the breeze. It took all my effort to stay seated - I couldn't wait to get across.
But first there was petit dejeuner - my favourite meal of the day - a perfect beginning to a perfect holiday!