On these still dark winter mornings, breakfast is a singular pleasure, particularly when taken in the warm kitchen full of the smell of toast and coffee. It is a still greater pleasure when the weather allows it to be taken in the garden under the apple tree. And when travelling, though I subscribe to the view that 'breakfast should not consist of things bizarre', foreign breakfasts can also be a joy. Click the heading for some more photos.
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| Breakfast on the terrace of the Hotel Eden, Rome |
