From As They Were, by M. F. K. Fisher
COMING BACK
"Coming back toward the hotel I stopped at the one little pastry shop I saw open, and bought a heavy-looking sausage roll and talked with the comparatively friendly woman there, about the weather of course, and then the gastronomical hazards of being a stranger in a town closed for the winter season."
From About Looking Alone At a Place
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