Me without breakfast is a sight you never want to see. So when we boarded the early morning train from Paris to Figeac, before any of the shops or boulangeries were open, we made sure we were prepared.
Breakfast in luggage. Tick.
It wasn't a conventional breakfast, but it was the perfect breakfast. Salade de lentilles a l'oeuf poche. Lentil salad with poached egg.
Now, my little tote-able version below isn't quite the same as what we had on that chilly early morning as the train rattled out of Paris, but it does bring back memories of happiness and contentment. Contentment in the knowledge that breakfast was close at hand and that all would be right with the world....until lunchtime, that is.