Bread is an old man. It subsisted Methuselah. It is humble, ancestral. It stopped being domestic and became the place of meeting and coming together. They asked me to renovate a bakery where I have been a customer since I was a child. I was wary (quite a lot). I was wrong. The challenge was as genuine as the bread. There was a genuine will to make a welcoming place to serve the bread, by-products and pastries: 100 m² of project.

I have always wanted to design a bakery. Bakeries enter through our noses and take over our senses. We breathe in the sublimation: the solid that became a state of knowledge. Their product is: "whole: nothing (whatsoever) is exaggerated or left out". 1; 2; 3 ingredients; fire and that's it! Just like the ingredients in bread, the Portuguese bakeries were made of just two or three materials: wood, marble and wicker. The pine and the Estremoz marble have long been gone from the bakeries. This was a popular bakery/pastry shop.
The pine and the marble although still adequate, were not enough. On the ceiling, we added the pine strips, a background of black flame retardant felt stuck to the rock wool to silence the excesses of the customers, the cutlery, the machines, the scraping chairs... and we designed a showcase of delights. Marble covers the store public floor, the counters and the panels. The wood exists on the walls, on the ceiling, on the pavement, where people sit and on the furniture.