After Chad came home from his morning run (oh, you know, just 14 miles) we walked over to the farmer's market down our little street, on a mission: crepes.
Crepes from the french guy (Brittany, France, I asked him), in the crepe mobile.
Yes. It was a 45 minute wait.
But sooooooo worth it.
We sat down on the court house steps and enjoyed our salted carmel (mine) and a cinnamon+sugar (girls) crepes. And I have to say, well worth the wait.
Next time, I'm saving my pennies and buying three just for me.
Think I'll get the bananas foster, dark chocolate+carmel, and maybe throw in a savory one with goat cheese.
And now I want to visit France even more.