There are some things that I love about Paris. Stopping by the boulangerie and buying a baguette that is still warm from the oven is one of those things that you just don’t get somewhere else.

I walked past a parade of children today, dressed up for Easter. They must have been five or six years old, and it looked like they had decorated their own costumes. There were angels, bunnies, and human Easter eggs – all walking in an orderly line, playing tambourines and singing.

A little while later, a congregation from the Église de Saint-Germain-des-Prés set off in a procession through the streets of the neighbourhood, following a large cross – I assume a service of the stations of the cross.

We’re off to the south of France for a few days for Easter. The weather report is predicting rain for our entire stay.

At least I have some fresh bread to look forward to.