Yes, I had successfully completed another wonderful breakfast at Le Coin Quotidien my new “go to” haunt for breakfast. The food was solid and the view worth every penny. I had my “usual” which consisted of a Café Crème served in a bowl, which took me back to another era, a glass of freshly pressed orange juice and an assortment of croissants and slices of country bread along with a delicious selections of jams including fig jam. What a delicious moment to be cherished! Today, the Gods were favoring me and I found an open table outside. The location here is wonderful, and I enjoy the vas-et-viens of the Flower Market located within steps of Le Coin. Little toy cars zip along the rue Louis Gassin only to disappear somewhere below ground. To be sure, there was a fine selection of visual distractions, locals dressed casually to impress and many walking their little so-called dogs. Of course the gaggle of tourists who looked and acted like, well, like tourists were in plentiful supply. In fact, seated at a table next to me were six Russian women of various sizes but unfortunately none with the glamour of la Femme Nikita that many of us (OK me) hope to meet someday, preferably just not in a dark alley. On this occasion, I felt badly for the poor waiter who was doing his best to place the Russian’s breakfast order. Clearly he spoke no Russian and his English was delicate at best. The Russian gals, who all demonstrated the fineness of a herd of elephants in a china shop, spoke no French or did not want to try and only spoke brutish English. At one point they became indignant demanding why they should have to pay for an additional breakfast serving when they were only six orders. Why? Why? Against my better judgement, I turned around and interjected in English telling the charming assembly that the waiter only wanted to know if they would each like a plate on the side. Spasibo, da? Amazing how languages can get so twisted and convoluted from mouth to ear to the next. Having finished my second coffee, I decided it was time to roam the flower market square and seek out the inviting little side streets of Vieux Nice. There was an open book market somewhere near that I wanted to uncover. And you know, it’s never to soon to start thinking about lunch.
Breakfast in Vieux Nice at Le Coin Quotidien
04 Thursday Dec 2014
Posted Le Coin Quotidien, Old Nice, Vieux Nice
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