La France Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the baskets. A small, intricately decorated cake sat there, wrapped in plain brown paper, with no label or price tag. Curious, he unwrapped it and found a note inside reading: ‘For someone who loves pastries as much as you do.’ Confused but intrigued, he brought it into the shop. Later that day, an elderly gentleman popped his head in and said to the baker, ‘That was mine—left it here accidentally last week.’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever someone left something behind, neighbors would say, ‘It must be from La France Bakery!’

2. In the early morning, when only crickets chirped outside, a delivery driver heard soft whispers coming from inside La France Bakery. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a tiny mouse nibbling on freshly baked croissants. As he watched in amazement, the little mouse carefully arranged the remaining pastries into perfect rows. Startled by his presence, it scurried away with one last mischievous glance. The next day, a new sign appeared above the bakery door: ‘Open Daily—Freshly Baked By Both Humans AND Mice!’

3. In the quiet hours after dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to La France Bakery. As he unloaded boxes of pastries, he noticed an old lady standing in the shadows near the entrance. The old lady smiled mysteriously and whispered something about ‘crusts for cats’ before vanishing into the fog. The puzzled driver shrugged it off, finished his rounds, and forgot all about it—until later that day when a neighbor asked if he’d seen any strange ladies around. Turning to her, he grinned and replied, ‘Only one who loves crusts more than cats.’

4. In the early morning, when only birds sang in the distance, a delivery driver wondered aloud: ‘Who’s been sneaking pastures of croissants from La France Bakery?’ ‘I tell you,’ said his colleague, scratching his head, ‘maybe it’s that nosy neighbor who always smells like fresh bread.’ They both laughed, realizing they’d forgotten to lock the back door again. The next day, everything was back to normal—except for one extra croissant on the counter, just for them.