I've been visiting France from 1969. It was a different world then. People were courteous and life…read morewas so well paced, almost casual. Not so much now. People are more insular, life is busier and there's not so much by way of good manners or decency anymore. It was a cool 11c and as we passed a huge war memorial I recalled Armistice day was close: 106 years from the end of World War 1. We bought a few sweet treats here, individual chocolate cakes made with great skill, fabulous ingredients; each small cake almost a mini artwork, was €6. Thankfully the French haven't surrendered their love of great food, made without rubbish ingredients, their attention to detail and general fussiness as a nation, particularly exampled by them wrapping these little dainties to take away: paper and ribbons for morsels that would be gone as quick as you can say 80 million Americans can be wrong. Did I say wrong, ok, let's keep it understated. We were in a small port area; the pavements crack'd, uneven and one had to be cautious strolling around. Despite being a small I place I counted at least three chocolatiers but many shops were closed up and on a Saturday. I failed to find my first choice - a mainstay of the French diet - not one single buttery chaussons aux pommes so I'm no longer sure what the world's coming to or heading for. The cakes were delicious.