Part of what might be called the “Island Good Bread Explosion,” a miraculous happenstance of bakeries that’s transformed the quality of bread available on this Island, this French-style bakery offers all manner of bread, pastry, pizza and sandwiches.
Oliver and I each had a tomato and cheese sandwich on a croissant, and it was top-flight, especially when eaten in their front yard, overlooking the beach.
In the summer – Father’s Day to Labour Day – they’re open Monday to Wednesday from 3:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m. and Thursday to Sunday from 9:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., meaning that it’s possible to make a Sunday afternoon of it: drive out to Cape Traverse, pick up some sandwiches, head to the beach, and perhaps pick up some pizza on the way home. Just look up the tide to find the best Sunday for your particular taste in beach.
What was I thinking updating my avatar to one that made me look like a foreboding, drunken, bruised, giant-nosed weirdo?
So what was once this:
is now this:
Same image. Just revealing more of myself.
Maybe that’s a better metaphor than “here, let me stick my nose in your face,” no?
I spoke to the Queen’s Printers Association of Canada this week and wrote a little bit about my experience and included the slides I used.
Oliver and I were having coffee this afternoon and I took this photo just to see how it would look if I held it up to my face:
Cropped into a square and filtered through Instagram, the photo ended up like this:
And, as I hadn’t updated my personal avatar since 2013, I decided to try it on for size:
I’m not entirely sold on it. Which is, I think, a good reason to leave it in place and see if it grows on me (and, I suppose, on y’all).