Brioche Saint Nicolas was born in a pâtisserie in Montpellier on Thanksgiving Day (27 November 2014).
We took him on a short tour of the town before taking him home. This is his story.

 

The place where I was born.

Cool, Christmas decorations

Here I am posing with French elves.

There is a giant globe they put up for the Christmas festival, you can see France.

The statue of the Three Graces is on the Place de la Comédie, ooh-la-la.

McDo, pttttui.

Lots of beautiful statues.

This is Chris and Jeannie’s door to their apartment building.

It’s nice and sunny today on their little balcony.

Due to it’s violent nature the story must end here. Suffice it to say that it ended deliciously.

  8 Responses to “The Story of Brioche Saint Nicolas”

  1. This is the best one yet!

  2. Safe travels to your next ‘home’. Looking forward to hearing all about it.

  3. Good fun!

  4. Are those selfless selfies? What fun. Hope you had a roast something and celebrated Thanksgiving just for old time’s sake.

  5. Love it! You make it so fun! Hugs!

  6. Great story. Thanks for the tour.

  7. One of the most beautiful Holiday stories I have ever read. This should be made into a movie, TV show, or dessert parties…yummmmmmmmmmm.

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