Breakfast in New York, it’s something. Most of the people I know have it on the way to work and you can see them go around, coffee cup in their hand.

I did the same in the beginning, but I soon went back to my very french café-tartines at home. I even found my baguette at the Pain Quotidien on the corner of my street. Some things never change!

PS : Me too,  love Jenna’s bag!