Warmth

It was lunchtime in Nice and after wandering around for awhile we ended up in this half tent, half grandmother's living room that went by the name 'Le bouchon Provençal'. It was a bitterly cold Thursday so luckily we were seated under a heater and treated to three courses of good hearty French cooking. The best part was when the owner said she felt we had 'good energy' and whipped us up her special chocolate fondant for dessert. I could have stayed there all day.