As I was having lunch at l’Hotel Sainte-Marie, I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation of a very English family that included a small boy and girl. The boy ordered a hot dog and the girl, about 7 years old, ordered an omelette. When it arrived, her grandmother encouraged her:
“Omelettes come from France! It should be quite nice. France is where omelettes come from!”
Picture me, trying to hide a smile, imagining omelettes arriving from France, fully formed, to breakfast tables around the world….