The Find

On Friday, my mother and I were wandering around the city trying to pick up a couple of souvenirs she wanted to bring home.  We had been told that no shops opened until 10am.  This turned out to be true.  So when we arrived at 10am to where the shops were, about half of them were actually open and the rest were either "in progress" or not even close to open yet.  I'd say 11am is a more realistic estimate.



Because the shops weren't open we started just wandering around a couple of the streets taking pictures of each other.  It was that or lay down on the cold bricks and rest, so we opted for the pics.

Aren't we amazing models?  I personally think my mom nailed the casual lean.

As we continued to wander around the streets, I started to smell something delicious.  Something sweet and bread-like and generally wonderful.  I started to fear it might just be emanating from one of the houses we were passing, but I could see some cars parked up at the corner of the street and I secretly hoped for "a find."

A find is when you don't know you want delicious sweet and warm bread, and you don't know a place exists, but somehow fate smiles down on you and you find the most magically delightful place in the world.

So it happened.  We turned the corner and there was a tiny little window with a woman leaning out of it and two tiny windows on either side of her showcasing some tasty bread offerings.  We had no idea what any of them were, but we pointed at two, paid our lari and oh-la-la.  Warm bread in our greedy little hands.  Thank goodness they don't get up until 10am because we had the first batch of the day...hot and ready just like Little Ceasers and Brittany Spears.  Um, umm, good.  Suddenly the day was looking up.

Thank you for a tasty find today.  It's the little things.  Bless you Georgia for loving bread and cheese as much...or perhaps even more...than I do.