It was a beautiful morning in Prenzlauerberg, after a late night of work.  I was craving fresh bakery goods (unfortunately my craving the day before was denied due to sell out of my favorite cinnamon/sugar crusted croissant). So I decided to go for a morning run with Kai.  With Chika’s help I strapped him on, and while he was a bit fussy at first, we were soon cruising the hood in the fresh morning air.

It was the first of many bakery runs for me and Kai.  But a special journey as it bring backs golden memories of some 40 years ago when I used to go on bakery runs with my dad, riding in on his shoulders and getting a free cookie from the man behind the counter.