Tuesday, January 27, 2015



 Deep under the street, the Poilâne wood-burning ovens 
scent the air with the smell of baking bread.  

I can close my eyes and recall the delicious aroma 
of early mornings on Rue du Cherche-Midi.

"... mark it with a 'P' and put it in the oven
for baby and me"

8, rue du Cherche-Midi
75006, Paris


Joe said...

My mouth is watering as I imagine the smell of freshly baked bread Genie.

Revrunner said...

Oh, stop! Now you're just making be drool. :-)

Jeanie said...

Poilane is on my "next time" list. Oh, how I'd love to experience it in person. I can smell it now!

William Kendall said...

I can imagine the smell!

Roseann said...

Toby, where are you lad?

Randy said...

I bet that smells wonderful.

Danar O said...

I could spend a month eating just different kinds of bread. Especially those artisan breads, that are a trip to Middle Age, like these. hmm...to tear one piece by hand and to look for different grains in it! Me too, I'm enjoying the aroma in this image! ... miam miam!
Are there different recipes? Why mark them before baking...?

Alexa said...

What a treat it was to get the "insider's tour" too. My olfactory memory of this one is very strong!