As we wandered through the street of Portland, we stumbled across Mornings in Paris and had to stop in. The exterior looked so charming, quaint and European.
Walking into the coffee shop exudes Paris. Little benches and seats labeled French street names. There was a French woman taking orders with an air about her.
Adorable sweets cabinet
Buttery Madeleines
Petit Fours
I had a green tea which was a bit too hot, so I asked for some ice. The woman was friendly and looked apologetic. My friends had nutella iced and frozen coffees and seemed very pleased.
