Birthday's require the best breakfast. And this year was at Caravan, before hopping on the train à Paris.
Already filled with people at 9am on a sunny Friday in January, I've come to accept that this place is always buzzing.
Breakfast is one meal Caravan have perfected.
There's something for those of us who want to eat cake as soon as we wake up, and something for those of us who want to make up to a salty, savoury plate. All washed down with a perfect cup of coffee.
Coconut bread with lemon curd cream cheese and rhubarb for me and maman.
Jalapeno cornbread with fried eggs and guindilla pepper for papa. And a lot of coffee.
Suitably fuelled with caffeine and sugar, I smiled and skipped my way through the rest of the day.