Once in awhile you will come across a bakery. Now, I don't mean the grocery store bakeries we are so accustomed to now a days, although I don't really know why they call them bakeries as everything is shipped frozen and then baked straight out of the box, the bread and rolls have little to no flavor and the cakes have no charm.
I'm talking about the kind of bakery where everything is made from scratch. When if you don't arrive early enough, all of the baked goods are snatched up and your out of luck until the next day. The kind where the owners take pride in their little shop and sell the most delectable breads with crusty exteriors and oh so soft interiors. Where the entire building is filled with the most enticing aromas.
That my dear friends is a bakery and I found the most darling one in Erin.
So much history.
Gorgeous, no?
