Edward Hopper

I see... A lady grabbing some fruit from the buffet.

I hear... People talking to each other in the background

I smell... Freshly baked bread

I taste... Orange juice

I feel... Like I am on holiday in France

I remember... When I went to London and had breakfast in a very small French looking café. It looked really fancy from the outside but their tea was bitter and the food was gross.

With people's voices in the background, there were hundreds of guests eating in the breakfast room of the hotel in Paris. The cooks worked through the night to get all the food ready in time. Hours of baking, cutting fruit in pieces and preparing meals were needed before the staff could bring it out to the people waiting to eat their breakfast. A lady at one of the big round tables stood up and walked to the buffet. From the corner of her eye she saw a couple sitting at one of the other, much smaller, tables. She tilted her head to the side, trying to hear what they were telling each other. All she got was giggles from the lady when the man told her another one of his jokes. She smiled as she figuered that the two must be on one of their first dates. She looked back at the company she had at her own table. Then she looked down at her hand and saw her ring glinstering in the light that came into the room from one of the high windows. Once again she looked at her table and saw that there was now a man staring back at her. She laughed and walked back, back to her fiancé.