The morning started with Gabriel and I sneaking out with the strollers for croissants, pain au chocolates, apple turnovers, and a baguette. Not even the scent of freshly baked goods could wake up Gabriel so I walked around the village: Baby bundled up in a stroller, whiffs of buttery croissants, a blue Provencal sky, bumpy cobble stones that I never noticed before, falling leaves and one happy Vavie (my Grandmother name that was the same name as my Azorean Grandmothers and my Mom's grandmother name, and now mine too.)