Berlineta

In a tarantela of 3 wheels they cross the bustle of Lisbon and Almada. Say good morning and wave, make smiles with cream and leave sugared fingers in goodbye.
The Berlin Ball, the real one, is sold with love in the Berlineta. The one in the old bakery that the nice gentleman wraps in brown paper. It has German inspiration but Portuguese spirit, a sweet emigrant that now the Berlineta takes to know the Portuguese beaches and Capital.
They take their Product to yours, to whom it has grown. A comfort breakfast companion, loyal to the academic before the oral test, a reward of a good diet, or a savior of the undecided than to eat at the cafe of choice.
On the beach is a sweet yawn that is caught in a late snack of orange sun on the horizon that we stumbled to see the sea. They bring more than a treat or a simple cake. They bring with them an emotion of mass, sugar and cream. Its your one ball. Your Berlineta.