The artisanal bakers in the little market town has shut down. This was the place that made 'The Fonts' birthday cake. The owner was a sweet girl but not at all business minded. The market for delicate, expensive cakes tends to be limited in small rural farming communities. Angus was often the only person in the shop and may have been the target demographic. So sad to see dreams shattered. There again a business plan might have been a good idea. Looking through the window everything has quickly been cleaned out, counters and oven included.
A couple of doors down someone has attempted to turn an old jewellers shop into a ground floor apartment. The large plate glass window replaced by a smaller wooden frame and a stone infill. With e-commerce killing the High Street converting old shops into apartments is going to be a thing. I've yet to see anyone get the proportions of the conversions right but this one ain't too bad. Street front privacy is always an issue.
Returning from our morning expedition Sophie is looking frightful. She is just the right height to collect wet grass and mud on her undercarriage.Time for a grooming. She settles down on the table in the morning sun. Within seconds she's asleep. With such a hectic lifestyle the family diva's soon oblivious to the world.
After a shared croissant could there be a better, if inelegant, way to start a Tuesday ? Sophie is a snorer.
Prague 1937. There is something very art deco about the worlds largest filing cabinet : https://www.vintag.es/2020/01/central-social-institution-prague.html
Another sign I've become my father. These young people seem very cool. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCpvmHi1gxU&list=PLy_wKxVmWb4ZW30M-Dh7GrkVrOtkGMsmm&index=3&t=0s