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About a 20 minute drive east of Boulder is Louisville, a city with its historic downtown stretched on Main, Pine and Front streets. Steve and I spent a few hours on a Sunday here, moseying past the wooden buildings along the sidewalks and popping into a few places. With it chilly enough to wear winter coats, we wanted to stay cozy and ease into the cold weather. Our first stop was Bittersweet, a coffeehouse in an old house with macaroons, cannolis and other treats displayed behind a glass counter. We ordered hot coffees that were poured into indigo-colored China mugs. Seating was sparse, but we managed to snag a two-top table with a view of canvases of colorful bursts of paint. The wooden floors squeaked as people walked by, also looking for seats.

Next door, after our mugs were empty and we were antsy to explore more, we ducked into a  Little Horse Books & Vintage lined with bookshelves and trinkets. It reminded me of one of the several stores in Berkeley, Calif., or in one of the many beach towns along the West Coast. That musty, familiar smell. The books with worn edges. Those cute, antique toys and boxes of post cards from places you've never been, at least not yet. They even had a $150 first edition copy of Into Thin Air signed by Jon Krakauer.

To cure our grumbling bellies, we next went to Moxie Bread Co., also tucked into a small, old house. We were greeted with the smell of fresh breads and the sight of toasted loaves, one with a wheat imprint on the top. From the chalkboard menu, we ordered the Spring Chicken sandwich and the prosciutto-stuffed Via Moxie sandwich. Both came on crunchy Ciabatta bread, served on wooden boards as plates. We agreed to come back on the last Wednesday night of some month to try the pizza and listen to folk music.

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