The week's end. The weekend's beginning. Saturday morning is for two pots of coffee, lingering breakfasts and not much else. One of the luxuries of living in Montreal is the close proximity of my apartment to the most wonderful French bakery:
Boulangerie Olivier Potier. Just around the corner, this bustling gem offers the very best in traditional French pastry and rustic loaves. I often make the 3 minute walk on Saturday mornings to retrieve croissants - little golden parcels of indulgence fit only for the weekend. The almond croissant is my favourite (though the pain au chocolat comes in close second).
This place tastes like Paris: what a way to start a weekend.
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