My sourdough is a well traveled little fellow. He has been around the world and I would call him a true cosmopolit.
He has been breathing the London smog in Hackney.
Been smuggled through the the custom more times then he can remember.
Been relaxing in my Berlin home in Prenzlauer Berg.
Been inspired by designers and gallerists in our Paris showroom in Marais.
He probably sees the Swedish countryside as his second home.
And now last, traveled through whole Flandern. Enjoying forgotten decadence in Antwerp. I am sure he will return here. Antwerp could need a pop-up bakery.
The final stop is Amsterdam.
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