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August 24, 2011
I was fascinated with the process of getting groceries in Germany. There were “supermarkets” with a dizzying array of stuff I didn’t recognize. But the idea that you had a local baker – in your own neighborhood, you didn’t have to “go to town” - open even on weekends and sold crispy rolls and delectable breads baked daily, made me want to live in Germany permanently. Don’t forget the butcher. Or the fish monger. And the idea that people went shopping almost daily – because, get this: it was in your local neighborhood, so you didn’t have to out of your way?