Mon Claire Patisserie

I wrote before about my mission to stay local in Kin Town, where we live–this is on my mind more and more.  Each day, I find myself in negotiations with the tiny dictator who rules my life now.

Last week, she kindly allowed me to go to Mon Claire Patisserie, a bakery that Carl and I had walked to before.  With the suffocating wet Okinawa heat, I was happy to snag a shady parking spot and head inside for an iced coffee.


T was loving it!  I had a coffee and a raspberry pudding, she had milk (her favorite snack).  We leaned back and soaked in the cute decor while reading all about The Boss.  Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run reads like poetry, and I read it in little sips with pauses to decode and digest.

More than anything, I was just glad to be out of the house.  This place was amazing; I will definitely be back!


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