a photo essay in four parts
This is just the bakery case at the local IGA. Seriously.
Elsewhere in the IGA: the full compliment of postwar perma-pastry products rarely seen north of the Mason-Dixon line. Remember May Wests?
More IGA selections: thaw, serve, enjoy!
Finally, the coup de grâce: the sublime Au Pain Doré, a fatal 10-minute walk from our house. God save us. But not yet.
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