February 6, 2011

The French Baker

 “Almond croissant. No, pan de chocolate…” We had just seen the French Baker’s small panga enter the lagoon anchorage at Barra de Navidad and Maia was trying to decide what she’d order.

She stood on the back deck watching his progress, leaping up and down each time he left a boat and got back underway. Then the bleak realization hit her: he was zigzagging from boat to boat, in order—and we were at the back of the fleet. Her excitement turned to apprehension as she wondered what, if anything, would be left after he made it through the dozens or so boats ahead of us.
 But then he neared and she reported his orange crates still had something in them.
 An apple pie for Maia, pan de chocolate for Evan, oat cookies for me and an order for a baguette for tomorrow. Ah, Barra, it’s nice to be back…

5 comments:

Lynda Halliger-Otvos said...

Yummy, freshly baked goods, delivered in the sunshine--does it get better than this ?~? I think not.

boatbaby said...

i need me one of those.

Diane, Evan and Maia said...

Too yummy... And fortunately just expensive enough that we won't be expanding out waistlines on a daily basis. Although it would be tempting--boat to boat croissant sales are a beautiful thing.

Behan said...

oh man! when I remember Barra, I think I miss the French baker in almost as much as crazy nights at Momo. but what's up with the plastic? bummer, i don't remember that from before...

Diane, Evan and Maia said...

I was sad about the plastic too... Only the pie came in it, but still.