The main restaurant at the Metropole was closed until dinner, so we sat outside under the light canvas awning of the hotel's Café Savoy restaurant, at a table beside boxes of white and pink morning glories. A brilliant early summer sun washed over the avenue. As we perused the menu, the waiter, in a white jacket, black trousers, and dress shirt with a black bow tie, brought us a basket of delicious breads - rooibos and walnuts on black bread, onion rolls, seaweed rolls. The service was attentive and professional. My eggs on toast with ham was one of the best I've ever had. The prices were very reasonable.