Thursday, January 26, 2012

Fresh Bread...

Nothing is quite so comforting as the smell of freshly baked bread.
Tucked away on a narrow streets of Barcelona's Gothic Quarter, this little bakery smelled like home and took me back to summer mornings in Santa Cruz and picnics in Dolores Park.   After 157 days on the road, it's finding these little things that I love the best.

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