Trois bisous

Today I said goodbye to my wonderful Boulanger, the lovely man who we’ve been buying our baguettes from since we’ve been in Cavaillon. I don’t know how I will survive without those divine baguettes. No-one else’s bread is as good as his! He and I have had some awkward conversations where he has been very patient and understanding with me trying to speak French. When I left he leaned over the counter for trois bisous. As far as I know, 3 kisses are usually reserved only for people you know well and very good friends so I feel honoured. He's a nice man.