Archaeological Park Cambodunum

What travelers say:

Germany's temperature -12℃, just arrived in Europe, I can't afford to be hungry, I can't sleep at all, I get up at five o'clock in the morning, and start wandering on the streets, like a tramp, shrinking, cold enough, wandering on the streets, squatting. However, if the goose is cold, we are not willing to go back! Hungry can not say: finally to breathe pure oxygen! Absolutely no time wasted...Suck it up before going back...Hamma exudes a charming faint aroma of bread, a faint glamor through the shop's glass door, a thin layer of water vapor on the door, orange light gently spilled on the ground, French, warm bakery: Pain Chaud is just right here. I thought of the store on Yongkang Road. Vanilla seed bread, heated, slightly oily at the bottom, a tear of crisp flour, crisp and dense. Can't afford to eat it in one breath. The alkaline bread is my favorite, typical round. Hot cocoa with a radiator by the window, the whole person warms up instantly. The store opens at 7 o'clock, and there are neighbors who come in to buy bread, or sit down to eat, or pack it away, and greet the fat lady clerk warmly. The atmosphere of life is strong... I really like this morning, the warm bakery...