I am seated in my delicacy property mansion in the Languedoc, south of France, intake muscular black potable and intake a crunchy scrap of baguette suppressed in fruit tree jam. A leisure in the Aude, Languedoc, could not get well again. I had been in the provincial bar in Argens Minervois the past evening, and had overheard a het discussion on the sad emerging of the French Baguette. I approved to look into further, and here are my collection.
France fare some 30 a million baguettes a day. Wow (that's a half a baguette for all and sundry all day).