Not all those who wander are lost...
...but we may have forgotten when the pharmacy opens.
Yesterday morning, I got up and left the house at 9 am to walk down to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. Only to remember before I got there that the pharmacy doesn't open until 10 am on Sundays. Ooops.
So, I took a walk down Stevens Creek Boulevard. Which is normally a very busy commercial strip, but on a Sunday morning, before most of the businesses open, it was surprisingly quiet and peaceful. The sky was blue and the weather was lovely. I stopped in at one of the few places that was open, a Persian bakery and coffee house, and discovered that they bake a kind of Persian flatbread that I've never had before. It's a long rectangular piece of bread that looks a bit like lavash, with seeds on it. I watched the baker take the sheets of bread out of the oven and hang them up on pegs against the wall, and then take them down and slip them into long plastic bags. People came in and left with huge plastic bags of bread draped over one arm.
They make a good iced coffee and I'm totally going back there for breakfast and bread sometime.
I've forgotten how nice it can be just to aimlessly wander. And how many things I can still discover even in a neighborhood I've lived in for years.
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Yesterday morning, I got up and left the house at 9 am to walk down to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. Only to remember before I got there that the pharmacy doesn't open until 10 am on Sundays. Ooops.
So, I took a walk down Stevens Creek Boulevard. Which is normally a very busy commercial strip, but on a Sunday morning, before most of the businesses open, it was surprisingly quiet and peaceful. The sky was blue and the weather was lovely. I stopped in at one of the few places that was open, a Persian bakery and coffee house, and discovered that they bake a kind of Persian flatbread that I've never had before. It's a long rectangular piece of bread that looks a bit like lavash, with seeds on it. I watched the baker take the sheets of bread out of the oven and hang them up on pegs against the wall, and then take them down and slip them into long plastic bags. People came in and left with huge plastic bags of bread draped over one arm.
They make a good iced coffee and I'm totally going back there for breakfast and bread sometime.
I've forgotten how nice it can be just to aimlessly wander. And how many things I can still discover even in a neighborhood I've lived in for years.
This entry was originally posted at https://wshaffer.dreamwidth.org/365555.html. You can comment here or there.