This is a miracle bakery, located right under my window.
I know firsthand what delicious and fresh bread they bake, and in summer, closer to midnight, the delicious smell of fresh bread fills the air.
More than once it happened that I woke up at three in the morning from this delicious smell, and already at six in the morning the first sounds of starting Gazelle engines appear, and you realize that the freight forwarders are in a hurry to dilute all the bread before it gets cold.