You know, bakeries? Those places where they bake bread and cakes and stuff? I'm glad you know, because they seem to be rather exotic places around here. Most coffee shops do have one form of cakes or another, but they are of the pre-packaged, plastic-y, variety. In house baking remains an illusive concept. And this regarding cakes; with bread it gets much funnier. Bread here seems to come in sliced form or big loafs. Small (normal?) sized bread isn't available in many places, and when it is it's labeled something like "Italian rolls", as if it were something fancy, and costs £0.40 a piece.
Bakeries seem so hard to find strolling down the streets at random that Time Out actually made a guide of the best bakeries in London; leaving that to chance would be a complete no no. But then again I haven't been to Baker Street. Maybe the bakeries are all clustered there and I just haven't noticed. In which case I would perfectly understand why a character like Sherlock Holmes would want to live there. The guy knew what he was doing.
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