I must state that growing up as a Catholic took me to regions I've never imagined. This is because I get to join visits to countless places in different times of the year. For one, earlier this year, I was blessed to be able to join a group certain for Lourdes, France for the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes. But surprisingly, that feature (occurred| to be only a part of the whole French experience.
When we arrived in Paris, our first sojourn, the first conclusion that came into my mind was to eat. I scantily ate between the three-hour or so flight that I was very hungry upon landing. But the predicament didn't stop there -- I was nervous of eating at the airport restaurants. In short, I became agitated with how am I gonna appease my droning tummy.
Fortunately, I was salvaged by my groupmates when they decided to go and eat in a cafe downtown -- somewhat far away from the perimeters of the airport. There, I got a bewilderment of all surprises -- I found toasts– French toasts with a twist - that is there was a male and female questioning though, remains to me until this time: Why the typecasting? I tried asking individuals in the area but to no avail -- oh well, I guess that's the catch why the French toast is so popular.
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