Santucci's is a welcome retreat for us, especially for our Sundays. Today, the chef and I had our usual breaky, even at half past noon, and it still felt like morning. There's a certain feel to the place that makes you want to stay, but with the people-- usually by the families-- coming in flocks, one can't be too selfish to deprive them of the homey comforts of the cafe.
Besides, we had our washing to go back to. Dropped them in for drying, the chef and I headed to the newsagency, and nope, my regulars weren't in yet. We didn't leave though without yet another bike mag. Haaay...
It's awfully colder with the winds pinching our faces. Walking along the shopping strip was almost painful, I had to embrace and unfortunately flatten the freshly baked loaf I just bought to warm my chest. It's a lazy day as well, and that's about the only thing I could get used to.
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