Tabac Saint Paul is where The Pasha and I start our day. The door on the left is for the Financial Times and International Herald Tribune, and to the right is a cafe that oozes friendliness .... at 730am in the morning. My job is to order the 'deux cafe' while my mate gets the papers. The 30-minutes of silence that follows, to catch up with what goes on around the world, while we frolick, is scarosanct. In this particular week we watched the mind boggling game of geopolitical dominoes in Tunisia, Egypt and later in Bahrain, Yemen and Libya. Our next stop is Le Fournil de Megeve, the ever popular patissier next door for fresh croissants and baguettes so we can prepare breakfast for our better-halves. I am told this is what men do in France? After a week of following The Pasha around the village this Chinaman became his retinue. 'Where is the Chinois' they asked, on our last day, when I did not show up. How can one not love this civilized life style? 
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