I am in Santa Fe, New Mexico this week. Vacation for me, work for Susan. A good thing, in my opinion (not Susan's). There is a restaurant here, Paris Cafe Restaurant, with pastries and other assorted, French bakery things. It is actually owned by a Frenchman.
I had breakfast at the Paris Cafe this morning. A nice, warm day, I ate in outside. Everything had garlic. I now have a 5 foot radius, invisible bubble around me that no one will enter. I knew garlic was good for something. Of course the omelet was Chorizo, so I guess I had a French/Mexican meal. Very international.