No pastry for you
There are many, many wonderful things about my new house and my new neighborhood. There are also a few not-so-wonderful things. Like the corner bakery I have to pass every morning on the way to school, where I am tortured by the incredible, incomparable smell of fresh donuts.
"But why is this torture?" you might ask. "Why not, you know, go in and get a donut?"
Alas, it's a commercial bakery. No counter. No sign. Not even an obvious front entrance. It's just a nondescript brick building that occasionally has a bakery truck parked outside. They don't sell donuts to individual scrubs like me -- they just torment me with the smell, and leave me with my stale granola bar.
On the bright side: Somerville has finally acquired a sister city! Suck it, Cambridge!
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It seems like a lot of Italians in Somerville are from Gaeta (including some friends of mine), so it makes a lot of sense that it would be their sister city.
Interesting tidbit about the mayor from Somerville...I actually shared an advanced Italian class with him my first year in college. I'm remaining mum on what year that specifically was so I don't start feeling like I have one foot in the grave! I had no idea he was now mayor--who would have thought it back then?
Posted by: Susan | September 13, 2007 11:26 AM