Looking for the perfect bakery…

Today I found a perfect bakery on the internet where I thought we’d have breakfast on the way to Malaga airport. It was slightly out of the way, but the picture I had seen online made me salivate enough to warrant that little folly.

Very bad idea! It took us all morning to get there, when we almost did, someone called me, I had to take the call, the traffic was awful and with no parking spot in sight it messed me up and we lost it all. 

We ended up having to settle for a poor-man Spanish breakfast in a local cafe, where working men spread tomatoes over a thin slice of grilled bread. So much for the idyllic breakfast. Only in my dreams. 

We then made it the airport on time, boarded a “low cost flight” to Paris-Orly and that was it. If the big Paris-CDG is bad, Orly is worst as an airport desert and the choice of place to eat was nil, the hotel super spartan, but we managed…