Happy Bastille Day to my family in France and all my French friends wherever they are.
When they arrived at this hated symbol of oppression, its only occupants were six well heeled prisoners enjoying a sumptuous, not so petit, petit déjeuner with the Bastille’s commander, the Marquis de Launay.
The mildly surprised Marquis politely invited the mob leaders to join them for breakfast, which they did.
Unfortunately, their fellow citoyens et citoyennes waiting outside grew restless and impatient waiting for their leaders to finish breakfast and decided to take matters into their own hands. As a result, the head of the very gentlemanly Marquis de Launay was paraded through the streets of Paris on a pike. And the rest, as they say, is Histoire.
And so, the next time you are tempted to do the polite thing and invite the leaders of an angry mob to join you for breakfast, may I suggest that you keep your head about you and recommend they try the local diner down the street? Tell them you’ve heard that the brioche is just brilliant.