You can somehow tell that Fleur de Lis Bakery used to be a library: tall floor-to-ceiling windows allow light to spill into the cavernous room and there is an array of comfortable tables and chairs, a mix of two- and four-tops, plus a few large tables and some couches. It feels like a place where you ought to be studying or reading. Instead of the yeasty-mildewy smell of old books, however, the yeasty-sweet smell of fresh-baked breads and pastries fills the air, emanating from a small kitchen in the corner.