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| I met a kid (don't know his name) in the elevator who spoke English and had fresh naan in his arms. I said it smelled good and he ripped off a piece for me right before I reached my floor. He quickly explained directions to the bakery (it doesn't have a name, its just a hole in the wall). |
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| So I had an adventure finding it and practicing what little language I have left. Naan was wonderful. Had a piece and some Ocean Spray cranberry juice for dinner. Success! |
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| post-bakery expidition |
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