I have a soft spot for anything in miniature, and love that this sweet little necklace from Barcelona designer Géraldine Klein is called “breakfast.” The truth is, breakfast used to look a lot like this, both in content and scale. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, before Starbucks invaded Paris (I am told there are now 29 of them in Paris), I lived in the 11th on a tiny street called Rue Paul Bert. On mornings when I felt like a treat, I would pop down to the Alsatian bakery around the corner and get a tiny croissant, because in France croissants aren’t the size of footballs. And, yes, I did used to chase that croissant with a cigarette and coffee. (A very small and very strong coffee, and regular American-sized cigarette.) But the moral of this story isn’t about smoking, which I haven’t done in over six years people, it’s about taking pleasure in the little things!