Diary 263
Diary 263
Sunday, December 6th
Yesterday we went to a Japanese bakery, Koko’s on California Street, and ate wonderful ham and onion rolls — totally unlike anything I’d ever eaten that answered to a similar description, and yet obviously they were the same thing. They also had baguettes and croissants – but I thought that French pastries in a Japanese bakery followed by Indian Chai in the USA was too confusing for me to cope with at that hour of the morning. Of course, in retrospect I should just have bought one of everything in the shop.
And it occurred to me that this is the true aspect of what the US could be: multinational and immeasurably enriched by it. This is what those conservatives in the Midwest don’t get to see much of, and I suspect they feel it’s somehow un-American, weird, frightening.
