Morning at Emmerys
I spent the morning at Emmerys, a cafe/bakery/restaurant place down the street from the hotel.
One of my hosts had pointed it out last night, and suggested I try it out. It turns out that the hotel gets its bread there.
So despite the fact that there was an unexploded hand grenade on the steps, I decided to check it out.
I think it was originally two stores, and the wall between them was knocked down to make this space.
Obviously, the sell lots of cool housewares-like stuff, in addition to having lots of walk-in traffic like me.
Eventually I settled into the leather sectional in the back and got to work.
[To the tune of Pink Floyd, "Money," from the album "Pulse (Disc 2)".]









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