Dear French Bakery,
You never know how much you miss someone until they're gone....and I miss you.
You were there when I was a child, tempting me with your displays full of colorful candies and salivating chocolate croissants. I remember your crunchy baguettes waiting for me after school next to the jar of Nutella. I remember the sound of the slicing machine cutting up the loaf of bread previously picked by the gorgeous cashier. I remember staring at the rows of Kinder Eggs on the counter, wondering which one I would buy when I saved enough money to purchase one.
You were there when I was a teenager, helping me learn about life by offering me one of my first job as a cashier. You rescued me from my first hungover mornings with your fluffy croissants and strong espressos.
You fed me cheap and decent lunches with your savory sandwiches, allowing me to save money to buy important things like basketball cards and CDs.
You've been there throughout my adult life, luring me into your store with your homemade desserts. You've comforted me during the rainy days with your tasty quiches. You've saved me from dehydration during the sunny days. You've indulged my munchies with your filling pastries and you've managed to make my belly look a lot bigger than it's supposed to.
You've helped me through my tough times and enhanced some of my good times. You've seen me grow up and become a man. Sometimes you're closed, but you've never been the jealous type and you never held a grudge against me for going to another bakery.
I can't wait to see you again next time I go to France and hope you will continue to surprise me with delicious creative treats.