So I am counting last night as my last night here, because I am catching a cab at 4:30 am on Saturday morning for my 6:30 am flight which puts a damper on going out on Friday night. But, Thursday night, my last night in Florence, was fantastic. In typical fashion, all of the roommates and I enjoyed a couple-hour dinner over wine and pasta at a new restaurant and found ourselves at a bar talking some more over a couple beers which lead to some karaoke at Red Garter and then dancing at Twice. Now the reason that we didn’t retire in our normal, eighty year old lady fashion (no offense grandma), is because we were determined- finally- to stay out until the “secret bakery” opened.
The secret bakery is something that I heard about my very first week in Florence and cannot believe that I waited until my last night to find it- save the best for last? I was led to believe that it was a hole-in-the-wall bakery that opened for students on their way home from their long nights out, fortifying them with warm croissants and baked goods for only a Euro. I also heard that you had to use a secret knock to find the door for someone to open it for you and out pops a croissant. So after piecing together all semester where the closest one to our house is located, Ali lead us all to one at 2:30 am. We knew we had arrived when we began to smell that oh so distinct scent of freshly baked croissants here in Florence- almost lemony. However, it was far from an old wooden door that you had to use a secret knock- it was the back side of a full on, stainless steel, glass window-lined kitchen that had opened at 2 am to begin baking goods for the next morning.
As the smile grew on my face, one of the two men in baking uniforms came to the open glass door and gave me a “dime” or “tell me” as in “tell me what you would like” in Italian. I asked for “sei corneti, por favore, con coiccolato” and he handed me a bag of six warm, gooey, chocolate croissants in exchange for 6 Euro. We all enjoyed one (we won’t talk about how we all had chocolate all over our faces and Sam refused to deal with it until she got home, and we also won’t talk about how Katherine and I had to enjoy another, immediately, in a nutella, pastry form.) We were all very satiated that we had finally experienced the joy of the secret bakery!