July 12, 2011
A year ago today I posted a “Dear Jane” letter to Melinda, having fallen for the lovely young woman who was working last summer at a bakery near the apartment at which we were staying when we first arrived. It’s been a year since I’ve seen her (the baker woman, not Melinda). I decided that I’d go back today to see if she’s returned.
In two words, “no luck.”
In fact, when I asked the young woman working the counter today if I could take a picture (I envisioned using a shot similar to last year’s), she retreated to the back and returned with who I assume is the owner. She explained (in French) that she doesn’t allow pictures to be taken inside the bakery. In fact, she all but demanded to see the photos I’d taken of the exterior. Apparently, she saw me taking them from across the street (and, yes, that’s the tram, Line 2, on the right of the image).
As you might imagine, no one told me that the pain au chocolat I bought today might burn my tongue.
Still, I “liked” the bakery on Facebook and get this. They have a WordPress blog, too…
Day 12 (12 July 2010) – The Baker
6 thoughts on “The Baker, Revisited (Day 365 + 12)”
Hmmm…Do you suppose the sweet young thing was sacked because she allowed you to take her picture inside the store?
An interesting theory. My guess is that she left Nantes at the end of the summer last year. The bakery may have been something she did for just a few months.
Oh, I was just teasing!
I thought so but wasn’t sure so didn’t want to sound disrespectful!
Maybe they are not so accustomed to handsome young men being so enthusiastic about their store and employees UNLESS there was some ulterior motivation… sigh, sometimes people assume the worst when someone shows such an interest. Maybe she thought you were “casing out the joint” for a future robbery — too many movies! Too bad you haven’t been going there regularly, they would love you and want to have their pictures taken with you! 😀
Mr. Green Jeans, yes, but Mr. Bunny Rabbit, no. It was just Bunny Rabbit and the Captain would hide carrots from him and then they would fall out of the sky all over the scene. And Hinky Dinky was the local grocery store. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hinky_Dinky
Every Halloween we would go to the costume party. The first time you were too young, Andy. I made Scott a ‘Candyman’ outfit and he won first prize. That was the first year they had the party and there weren’t many kids there.