Call me a curmudgeon or a misanthrope. But I think that if dogs could read, they’d be more likely to follow this sign’s directive
than their human walking them would.
In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
I am Justine Valinotti.
Call me a curmudgeon or a misanthrope. But I think that if dogs could read, they’d be more likely to follow this sign’s directive
than their human walking them would.
I know that supermarket offerings are becoming more eclectic, even exotic. But, during a stop on my ride home from work, I never expected to see anything like this:
Persian French baguettes? I’ve never been to Tehran, but I imagine there are French bakeries there, making their own versions of baguettes, croissants, palmier and such.
It’s always great to have choices when carb-loading, whether in Qom or Queens.