It has been months since my last really good pastry. It’s an hour passed midnight and I just suddenly had the craving for French pastries which reminded me of the shop that Simon and I visited at a city fair in Orgiva. I remember he bought a loft of bread a size of a football! You can see that piece of bread next to his water bottle. Huge! Another amazing thing was that the piece of bread is gone after half an hour and that was him, him alone!

How I wish I could grab a piece of these pastries now, along with jamón (dry-cured Spanish ham) and olive oil. Wouldn’t that be nice!!!

Good times!