Hot buttered Rollz

Today I broke off from the group for just long enough to feel like I live here. I ran off to go buy the rest of my postcards for everyone and used my sweet Czech skillz to purchase some sexy new tights (my ripped today in the rain), several postcards and some other essentials from an adorable little "Papery". It is horrible, cold and rainy here. It's more like Seattle than Prague weather here-- today it scrapped by at 11 degrees Celsius (about 55 degrees Fahrenheit).

To amend the damp, depressing weather that was starting to effect my mood, I ducked into a little bakery called the Rembrandt. And it deserves it's name-- the place is a masterpiece of hot buttered rollz of every shape, size, style and flavor. You can smell the butter coaxing you in from a block away. So now here I sit, enjoying a cup of tea and a chocolate croissant, about to snuggle down under my covers and read depressing Czech Soviet-era literature on this rainy afternoon. Cheers!

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Emily