When I got up this morning it was still cool enough to sit outside so I put together a tray with coffee cups, milk and sugar while my husband went outside and got the Sunday papers. When he came back in, he looked at the tray and said “How about croissants?” Ten minutes later he was back with two big, flaky croissants from Delight of France on Grand, which I always call The French Bakery. They were buttery and messy and perfect with jam–boysenberry for me, orange marmalade for my husband. Not quite a trip to France, but sitting under our orange umbrella (I brought out a fan to give us a little breeze) it felt a little like a vacation. But by 10:30 the heat had arrived and we slipped back inside to spend our day in air-conditioned cool.