Whenever its gray and drizzly, I make hot chocolate for breakfast. In Normandy we would go to this restaurant across the bridge from our hotel that looked out over the beaches. Everything was quiet there and we would just sit and order cocoa in croissants in very broken French. Things are just cooler abroad. They brought you steamed milk, dark cocoa, and sugar and then you made your own hot chocolate exactly the way you wanted it.

I aspire to someday live in Europe so I can do this all the time.