The alarm on David’s phone woke him at 6am – he had set it intentionally early, wanting to properly compose himself before his first day at the Bureau de Tourisme. Sunday morning in Rennes – I can think of worse places, he considered, now then, David, get sorted. Ah, bread!
Sunday morning in Rennes – I can think of worse places, now then, David, get sorted. Ah, bread!He crossed a neighbour on the stairs with a cheery bonjour. He thought Yes, you’d better get your French speaking head on today.
bonjour. Yes, you’d better get your French speaking head on today.Through the black, wrought-iron gates and onto the Rue du Chapitre, he strolled on with a spring in his step, in search of a boulangerie. A few minutes down the street and he found the shop he sought. One side was a confiserie displa
