When I found myself drooling outside a closed Guillaume after a Sardine visit with the wise Diane D, remembering the savor and aroma of the olive bread she'd shared with me from here on earlier occasions I knew I was a goner. All my best intentions of not eating bread and cheese all day every day will fly out the window now every time I walk past (or anywhere near) Guillaume. I need to make my way across the shelves trying everything, and you can be sure I'll update you when I do!