I was startled, walking down Oak Street the other day, to discover that the building that housed Sarah’s Pastries was gone. There is an ugly hole in the block where it used to be. Its demolition was part of the long-planned redevelopment of the Esquire Theater, a nearby doorman told me.
Sarah’s fare wasn’t the greatest, but its location was outstanding. It was a place tourists didn’t know about, yet close enough to my haunts to be convenient. I loved going there when I needed a respite from shopping. It was great place to people-watch, a quiet refuge for the weary.
There a pair of lovers sat one fine spring day, this photograph the only vestige of an ephemeral scene.
