One of the first things we set out to do after getting up, was finding ourselves a French breakfast. Unfortunately, we were a little late already. (Going to bed at around 4 am isn’t the best way to make sure everyone’s ready to wake up in a timely manner the next morning – me included.) And since we didn’t know the area, we had no clue where to find a café serving breakfast. But a nice breakfast it had to be, or else why would you want to come to France at all, really. No? So, we went into a little town in the suburbs of Paris and found ourselves a bakery selling fresh croissants. But again, what’s a French breakfast without fromage? (Fromage = stinky stuff also called “cheese.”) Luckily, a cheese shop is never far away in France, and so, within the hour, we were all happily munching our fresh fromage and croissant breakfast. Unluckily, we forgot the cheese in the car when we parked it by the subway station to take the metro …