Thursday. My last full day in Aurora with Katie. We decided there was only one thing to do: eat pastries.
She took me to a place in the city called Denver Central Market. It was in an old area of the city that is now quite expensive and trendy. So of course, a trendy, expensive market. She had raved about it, but I was prepared to be a little less enthusiastic. How wrong I was!
There were murals on walls of many of the buildings in the area.
While I was distracted by them, Katie snagged a parking spot right next to the market. We entered. Wow, wow, and wow again!
To the left were tables and chairs. To the right was coffee. The internet password for the market was great: buylocal.
We turned right after the coffee and went to the pastries.
Then we got the coffees, and that’s when I saw this sign.
We stuffed ourselves. The. Best. Pastries. Ever. And I mean ever. Suicide by pastries, perhaps.
There was also a stall with handmade chocolates.
And yes, I bought some. We decided to split one. I couldn’t even speak. The taste of rich, dark chocolate with lavender cream filling. I couldn’t believe the decadency.
But hey, need fresh oysters? (We didn’t.)
Veggies, smoothies, meats, bread, sandwiches, tacos, pizza?
We waddled our way to the car, got home, and collapsed. We were worthless the rest of the day.
Friday I bid adieu to Katie (Flower) and Mike (Crash).
I cruised down I-25 (ugh) to Monument and stopped for coffee with a friend, Karen. We have know each other for nearly 70 years. 70 years!!!! We met when my family moved to the Chicago ‘burbs. I was across the street and down just a few houses.
We both look better than this, but the overhead lighting gave our faces odd shadows.
I then went down the highway and cut off on a rural road to Taos. Ran into some rain and more great scenery.
I spent the night just north of Taos in El Prado. A friend of a friend offered me her shed. Her shed? Well, I was game.
Not a shed! Two rooms, a comfy bed, and I was surrounded by white sage that filled the air with its magical scent.
The woman encouraged me to clip some sage and I did!
Then, a dinner of tostadas de ceviche and back to my sweet little overnight casita.
Chocolate to die for! 😉
Oh, Jack, some day I’ll make it to France, but I can’t imagine those croissants to be any better than what I had in Denver!
I shouldn’t have viewed your trip to the Denver Market before eating breakfast. My stomach is groaning after seeing that yummy food!
Kate is my recently adopted daughter. She’s flying down in a few weeks – hopefully with a suitcase full of pastries!
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