...to pick up my focaccia tomorrow between 10 and 3 from La Biscotteria!
(potato, mushroom, Saturdays only)
(potato, mushroom, Saturdays only)
images: La Biscotteria, Redwood City
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- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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