We eventually escaped the market with two new handbags and an appetite. Undeterred by our previous attempt to find good bread, we set out to the French quarter to find a place that we were guaranteed had great bread.
A walkway over a busy street.
The walk back over the bridge.
Looking for the smell of bread, we instead find fire. Everybody stopped to look. Inside the plume of smoke.
Orange + bike. Love it.
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I love it too. Was the bread on fire?
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