Back in France, where they eat cheese whenever they can. And not the processed, packaged stuff, either.
This is the Renaissance patio of Le Cep, a delightful hotel in the Burgundian town of Beaune. The cheese--Langres, Epoisses, Chambertin, Aisy Cendre, Saint Andre--comes from Alain Hess, whose shop is just around the corner. A cafe au lait, a croissant, some freshly squeezed orange juice ... and wi-fi.
Where are the surrender monkeys?