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By Lito Banayo

When I was four or five, we would motor from San Pablo in Laguna to Manila, take a lunch of comida China at a panciteria in Escolta (pictured here in the 1950s) or Sta. Cruz. Sometimes my lola would go visit her lawyer in his Escolta office, and then give me a treat at Botica Boie’s soda fountain, where huge sundaes and parfaits were once upon a happy time now mere memories. READ FULL STORY.