The Creperie !

Growing up, my mum would often make us crepes topped with a squeeze of lemon juice and sugar.  Never the big fat American style pancakes.  So whenever I see the word "crepe", I think straight away of my childhood and of course, my mum.

The tart fresh lemon juice running down my hands and the crunch of the sugar between my teeth, so on a freezing cold day during the Mistral, when we saw the word  "Creperie", I was very happy indeed. 

Somewhere cosy and warm to hide from the wind.