There's a place in town, near a fabulous outdoor market (more on that another time!), which has got to be one of the best bakeries around. It's called El Bolillo (The Bread Roll) which is as great a case of understatement as I have ever heard. I gave it my own name, in the post title above, with the help of Google Translate - I can't be sure it's grammatically correct, but either way it's more accurate.
It's filled with racks and shelves (in gorgeous wooden cupboards) loaded with every baked good you could ever imagine, and a few you never could, and customers walk about and fill their trays using big silver tongs (see them on the chair?).
You can pause for a bit at the back and watch the fresh new plain rolls going into or coming out of the ovens..
...or watch the tortilla machine in action, with little blobs of dough flattened and cooked almost instantly and pushed out the end, or you can admire the made-to-order extravaganzas for weddings or quinceañeras.
The first time we went we were a bit shy, and just observed; the next time we dived in and selected a trayful of random goodness; when we brought it to the cashier I thought we'd pay at least $15, but it was about $5. We wandered up the street munching :)
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It IS a Magic House of Bread - no doubt about it. Next time we visit, will you take us there?
what a wonderful land of baked good indeed! such colour and variety and bustle! So glad to see you round these parts again too :)
Yes, Mama, for sure :) You'd enjoy the other markets in the area too - I'll blog on them soon.
Emily - thank you :) It's good to be back; I've missed this particular way of expressing myself... I never stopped taking photos for this blog, just had to pause in posting them ;)
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