When my much better half moved to Britain one of the many things she sacrificed was good bread. Let's face it, English bread is terrible. When we manage to spend time in London one of our pleasures is to get in the car on Saturday morning and make the short drive to Ham where there are two excellent German bakeries. You have to get there early; by 8.30 there is a queue and if you arrive much later than that many of the really good things will be gone. It's not exactly one of the metropolis' best kept secrets, you'll probably find half the Germans in London there, but this article in the latest edition of Spiegel must be good for business.
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I thought this was one of the five or six best movies of the millennium so
far, comparable in quality to say Uncle Boonmee or Winter Sleep. The
soundtra...
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