Greggs the Baker on the rue de Luxembourg. Can I just ask you, fellow British Eurodrones, why. Is this really what you have been missing from the motherland? Were your lives really not complete without the traditional London lunch of a can of pop and a Greggs pasty? Not, ooh, I don't know, M&S? A nice soulless coffee chain that understands that a cappucino isn't topped with whipped cream? A BAGEl shop for the love of god (I speak as someone who has had to learn how to make the feckers)? Apparently not. Jesus. Maybe you could get them to open a Spar in the Berlaymont building next. Or a Clintons Cards in the European Parliament.
Will be burning my passport in a small show of protest this afternoon. The CFO, being French and thus an expert on civil disobedience, will probably advise me to burn a few tyres in the street too. And once you get him started he's unstoppable. Be afraid, be very afraid.