Immediately after uploading last week's column on drinking French coffee in Boulogne, I received this glowing, encouraging response from my Bay Area friend, Mistah Rick: "At first breath it seems like a mournful theme: a weeping Virgin and a road of Thiers. But it's a brief and happy article, lively -- dare I say perky. On your own in Boulogne, after a good French meal and a cup of real coffee, you sound like you're back in stride -- at least with respect to the coffee. This one article made me feel as if I've been deprived; and I have been -- of tasting dark, rich coffee through your lips. Makes me crave a cup right now, even though it's late evening and it would keep me from sleeping. | ![]() |