Nothing beats the smell of butter in the morning.

I woke up at 4:30, tried to sleep until 6:00, and went out for a run. 

I knew this was risky since I hadn't eaten since 11:30 a.m. on Monday.

I ran up the hill to Notre Dame de Fourviere,

Where pastry butter fumes drifted up from boulangerie in the old town.

Suddenly aware of my empty stomach,

I sprinted home to fresh squeezed orange juice and pain au chocolat.