I raised to my lips a spoonful of the cake . . . a shudder ran through my whole body and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place. ~ Marcel Proust

(Bittersweet bakery, my Chicago favorite. The cake, and Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past, seem fitting this week as we close the chapter on Seminary Avenue. Moving on is bittersweet).

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