Wednesday, on my way to work, I rode by St. Nicholas Park, which sits on a bluff between City College and central Harlem. The day was just warm and bright enough to herald Spring, but the wind nipped just enough to remind me that, perhaps, Winter wasn’t finished with us yet.
I decided, however, to focus on the advent of Spring when I saw this:
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.
