The bakery we found

Have I mentioned the bakery we found down in Cowley? It is literally the front room of a woman's house in the middle of a residential street. I opened the front door and she came in from her den, the tv was on and her son was asking for help drawing some letters in crayon. The counter was still covered in warm white and brown bread in several varieties. She wraped a 'cowley crunch' for me, said, "thank you, my love," and returned to help her son with the drawing. It's really wonderful.