le petit-dejeuner au foyer

you live on the east side of the foyer. so every morning you fling open your windows to see what surprise the sun has for you.

today there isn’t an amazing sunrise. but it’s still a nice to wake up to.

now that it’s spring, you venture downstairs for the foyer breakfast. most of the time you eat in your room, because you prefer eating in your pajamas, plus… the breakfast food isn’t that good.

you really just show up for the company – because that’s always good.

it’s not awful. but when you’re a foreigner who only has 9 months to taste the things of france, stuff like this isn’t going to cut it. you want the baguette de tradition. you want the good brand of jams. you want that yogurt from the market made by the farmer just on the outskirts of town. none of this industrial stuff – again, it’s not bad, but if you’ve only got a few months, you definitely want to taste the stuff that you can’t get back home!

anyway, there’s the usual selection of teas, coffee, milk, hot chocolate, water, orange juice. and cereal – plain, sugared, or with fruits.

and when you do show up for breakfast, you get to hang out with people who don’t want their photo taken. understandable. but your intention wasn’t the person, honest! you just wanted to make a photo of their typical breakfast.

see, this person understands. some more choices: applesauce, some jam filled cake (again, you’d never eat that when there is a bakery just 15 min away…), and more yogurt and orange juice.

though, lots of people do grab the stuff and eat it for snacks for later, so it isn’t always just for breakfast.

everybody always grabs a knife. to slice the baguette in half, of course, and to spread their choice of jam, butter, or hazelnut spread on it.

rarely is the baguette not dunked.

or the croissant for that matter.

whatever your choice, one thing is sure: a proper french breakfast is never crumb free.

ah. you enjoy being in evreux, where it feels like a vacation from vacation. traveling is hard work, and you need these pit stops in evreux to rest and relax.