The other day I got lousy service in a bakery and it sort of amused me because it's not like I couldn't find a better one! There seems to be a Boulanger on every street in France, or at least every other street. I think this is how you can tell if you're in a bad neighborhood: there are no bakeries. Or, perhaps there are punk kids hanging around on the street corners wearing last year's fashions- always a bad sign.
The boulangerie is where you get the weekly baguette, the daily pain au chocolat, or the occasional larger pastry. I'm pretty much hooked on the morning croissant and have taken to bringing home a baguette each week as well. I suppose it's not as fattening as the morning six donuts that seems to be the norm in Hamilton.