As a kid in Europe, I loved the bakeries. The fresh bread you could buy all over Paris. The pastry smells. The feeling as if I was living in a book.
Sitting on a park bench, breaking off pieces of bread and cheese.
My nostalgia could go on and on. My childhood there feels more like a dream these days. Did I really live there and have those experiences?
So when a piece of that reappears in reality today, a bittersweet happiness over comes me.
My first trip into Rustica Bakery recently brought waves of that emotion.
Out load and to no one in particular I exclaimed, hmmm it smells like Europe.
And how fitting, as I was there with a friend about to head to Paris. I wish her all the Parisian memories to come.. and all the pastries 🙂
I cannot wait to try more of the offerings at Rustica.
HOW HAVE YOU TREATED YOURSELF THIS WEEK?