Of course, there was no sign of Jennifer Garner...

We stopped by a super-secret spy bakery today!

There’s a small bakery a few blocks from Anne’s office. It’s somewhere between a Starbucks and a chocolatier, and if you think that sounds like heaven, you’re right. It had a nice outdoor seating section, complete with a potted geranium or two. The usual feral cats were prowling around, alternating between mewling adorably and stealing bits of pastry when patrons weren’t looking. It was very nice, and I thought I’d get a picture or two to share with the folks from home.


I snapped exactly four photos, one of which didn’t turn out at all, before the clerk conveyed through gesture and barked Turkish that I was absolutely not supposed to be photographing his venue.

Now, I’m all for the privacy of this customers, but I wasn’t photographing them; I was photographing the delectable pastries in the display case. But this was, evidently, verboten.


If Alias’s SD-6 could be housed in a bank, there’s no reason to assume that a bakery couldn’t hide a secret agency or two…and at any rate, the pastries were tasty enough to seduce even the most dedicated foreign agent into giving up state secrets...