Despite the previous post, I've become the ultimate fat kid here. Not to sound all Eat Pray Love, but I can't stop eating! This is my favorite bakery on via Speronari. Young and old, the fashionistas and the ugos all flock here to stuff their face. You have to fight to get served but it's so worth it!
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Ciao DH! Thanks for making my formerly sufficient breakfast of buttered toast now seem quite pedestrian and paltry. Please do stuff your sweet Hibernian face and think of us poor (hungry) souls left behind in the land of Dunkin Donuts.
Speaking of fashionistas, for some reason my comment about your fashion week post, which was superb (and loved the hat story) didn't make it through cyberspace, but what I said was basically 'brilliant post, wonderful photographs'.
As to this one, let your elders warn you: It's been a rapid descent here from being firm of pec and flat of belly to just fat old man, and that descent has been aided by more than one good bakery---
when i first moved to the basque country
i lived across from not one, but two if the most
coveted bakeries in all the baasque country...beware!
oh, did i mention the gelato place as well...
lovely to read of your adventure.
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