It was a beautiful warm day in Marina, and I’m wondering how people spend their time when it’s like this.
I went to the Farmer’s Market in Marina and purchased some asparagus and a small peach pie from my favorite baker, and some home made bread. The bread baker and I got into a conversation about how awful American store purchased bread is…it’s soft, too soft. You can make sculptures out of it and then it will stick to the wall.
I’ve been spoiled with European bread and rolls. Crunchy on the outside and light on the inside. The bread lady sold me some that was close to what I like. I can see that I’ll be a regular there every Sunday.
Today I also downloaded about 20 photos from the event yesterday. I got to play a bit of a photojournalist, yesterday, without a notebook.
The rest of the day was spent watching the big black birds circulating the neighborhood, cleaning up the apartment a little bit, watching a movie on Netflix and now I’m pretty much rested up to take on the last week of recruiting for the Next Generation Jazz Festival tomorrow. It’s going to be a seven day work-week.