Don’t Touch My Café au Lait (and My Croissant)

In France, breakfast isn’t just the first meal of the day.
It’s a ceremony. A moment of calm before the rush.
A quiet celebration of flaky layers, creamy sips, and stolen seconds.
Whether you’re perched at a zinc-topped counter in Paris or curled up on your balcony in Bordeaux, there’s one unspoken rule:
Don’t mess with my café au lait and my croissant.
Last weekend, we captured the spirit of this morning ritual in our own way—
A golden brunch, buttery and sun-drenched, with the kind of table you want to linger at forever.