Heavenly night

Mmmm. Just may have had the best night ever. Watched one of my favorite French TV crime-fighters, Louis La Brocante (an antiques dealer who always manages to stumble upon some mysterious objet d'art that is the center of some family or village drama), and ate a huge serving of fresh, crusty baguette smeared with creamy white butter and and several tablespoons of the most luscious, golden and flowery-flavored honey (made by a Parisian banker and a part-time beekeeper at his home in the Vosges mountain range). Such simple pleasures. I went to bed happy and sated.