In an average shopping center was a gem. A gorgeous florist, full of pinks, table settings and decor. After the absence of such places in Kiev this was a welcomed experience. The kind of shop guys run away whimpering from. A.K.A Lauren paradise.
Each day during our drive through provincial France, Paul would stop the car so I could pick the wild flowers buy the roadside. Each day I had a fresh bunch of flowers to gaze at during our drive. It was most enjoyable, and a ritual I looked forward to each day.
Every town in France seemed to have a a Bakery (the French really are passionate about their baguettes), and sometimes patisserie with a trained artisan. In the town of Thiers we found one such place. So for breakfast we bought a tray of petite pastries and desserts. Each one was magnificent. The combination of quality ingredients and expertise was a delight to the taste buds.