Morning Latte

I had to be at the yoga studio early this morning to retrieve my wallet. I’d left it there after my Friday class — which was very soon after I returned from Orcas Island. Perhaps that explains why I wasn’t aware of my loss until I was notified by a phone call on Saturday.

I treated myself to a latte at the nearby Iron Rooster, a wonderful French bakery — I believe it deserves to be called a pâtisserie.

Couldn’t resist this photo op! Hmm, perhaps a pair of net stockings would be a nice change when it gets a little cooler?