The word breakfast seems obsolete when you sit on a rooftop in the gentle heat of the early morning here. I am drinking lovely coffee from a charming pottery mug and contemplating breaking my fast with Moroccan pancakes, olives and a fresh baguette with local apricot jam.
It will be a vastly different story tomorrow morning when I wake up as I will be in my own appartment. I am sure there will be nothing photoworthy on my table - it will be back to muesli, fruit and yoghurt !!!