That had to be one of my favorite breakfasts in London, even if it was at a French cafe in smack inside England. I adored everything about it. The way the sunlight hit the fresh flowers and spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto our skin.
The warm cappuccino paired with the light, flaky dessert filled with fruit and dusted with sugar.
And of course the tea, which was perfectly London, despite the fact that we were in the French cafe.
Happy Wednesday to you. :)