Heaven et Paradis sur une Assiette

Left to right: my precious jewel case of nutella; une petite crepe; sweet, crumbly bread; homemade strawberry & four fruits jams; brioche

Moi, mon fromage soyeux et ma baguette molle

I swear, I was born for French breakfasts.

Here's how our morning in Marseille went today:

Mum, Dad & Sister: talking and in the midst of a conversation'
Me: Spreading butter and cheese on my baguette, slathering nutella on my crepe, piling fresh jam on my brioche, sinking my teeth into sweet bread...
"Ohhhhh" as my eyes close and I drop back into my chair...
Mum: Should we just leave you here for the rest of the day?
(To dad):  I don't think she's getting up from here.

The breeze hugs me, the sun kisses me, the boats wave hello and I sit in morning bliss. 
The bread is so soft and fresh that it tastes divine just with butter...
The cheese melts in my mouth and spreads to every corner...
The crepe wraps around the nutella like a warm blanket...
The chunks of strawberry and cherry in the jam burst with sweet fruitiness, with the brioche as a pillow catching them like falling stars...