Marcel Proust

And his madeleines! These were made with a touch of honey. Deliciously sweet and melting and decadent for breakfast. We were sitting along the long glass gallery with a view on the sea front. Watching all the courageous joggers, the dog walkers... In the early morning sunlight. Then after the breakfast we walked on the sandy beach, me barefoot, and meeting people walking their dogs who were deliriously happy to be running wild between the edge of the water and the sand, running back and forth to their owners, tongues hanging on the side of their mouths.... I even made a friend: this dog just kept coming back to me! Her owner kept telling her dog " don't bother this lady!" just as she would with a child... But no in the end she put him back on the lead. I told her he wasn't bothering me but since my fall of yesterday it hurts me really badly to smile so she probably thought that I was just being polite...