bon

hung out at a french restaurant in the mission after hours and had myself some rouille on a baguette. it was a burst of flavor, intense and mouth-watering. c'est si bon! i think i was french in a past life (amongst a folkie and a peasant girl). i don't smoke cigarettes but i could undoubtedly live off of pain et frommage. my fellow comrades were also smoking indoors (shhh)- so taboo. and then "tous les garcons" came on and it was perfectionner.