Rose Bakery

One day I ate lunch with my friend Lubna at Rose Bakery. I was delighted. The food was delicious, and for once in Paris, I didn't feel guilty for speaking English. Perhaps I was under the Rose Bakery spell, perhaps I was an irresponsible tourist, but in any case I left my wallet at Rose. When I went back to retrieve it, the staff just laughed and shook their heads.

Yesterday, back in New York, I came across this cookbook. I hope to own it, because I love everything about Rose Bakery.

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