Paris, France - Wednesday Evening

They'd spent time in Dublin and it'd been great, but Tony had an idea and that idea involved a bakery that they clearly needed to own in Paris. Which made sense only to him. But, unfortunately for everyone else, Steve was indulging him on this whim.

Which mostly ended up meaning visiting a baker's dozen (ha) of them to try out the wares. Well, Steve was trying out the wares because Tony was but a mortal man. Who had a cup of coffee at each place and whichever treat that Steve deemed the best of the bunch.

"Okay, next up..." Tony muttered, looking at the street signs to get his bearings again as they exited the last stop.

[for the husband!]