In the neighborhood of San Antonio is a mysterious blue door. A sign, Pannos leads me to peek in. A wonderful aroma of baking bread, a shaded courtyard, a welcoming mother and daughter who sell wonderful, wonderful bread. It’s a good thing I’m walking a lot in San Miguel because I could eat nothing but the great creations that come out of the mysterious kitchen beyond the courtyard, beyond the little shop. After a few visits I get to ask the question that has been niggling, pestering me. What’s with the Greek lettering, the Greek feel to the name? Turns out the baker is actually a philosopher by training and she was evoking the spirit of her studies to help her be a success. Also, the Spanish for bread is pan and Mom explained that there is a sort of pun( on pan, love it!). If I understood correctly it means our bread. Pan-nos..get it? What at a great find, right around the corner!
Last night I attended a poetry reading hosted by my great teacher of last year, Judyth Hill. Her students read wonderful pieces in a lovely airy setting. As usual I got inspired by this lady and am now torn between my poor novel which has languished since my arrival in San Miguel. Poetry or the long screed. What a dilemma. Almost as bad as choosing cheese bread or olive with oregano!
I can smell the bread from here.