The Best Baguette in Boston | Nina ReschovskyHanging on my parent’s bedroom wall for as long as I can remember is a large black and white print of a man riding his bike through the French countryside. With a white shirt on his back and a black beret on his head, the man peddles himself and a small, identically dressed boy, who is sitting behind him on the seat, down a long straight road, framed by rows of elm trees. Strapped onto the back of
