Every Satuday morning, I cross the road to buy a loaf of bread from Piedigrotta, a quaint little bakery on the outskirts of Little Italy. The baker Antonio and his wife Bruna are wonderful people; and just standing in that little shop, smelling the heady scent of freshly baked bread, it brings a smile to the rest of my day. Antonio’s sourdough bread is definitely one of Baltimore’s finest attractions.