The smell of fresh baked bread wafts around a street corner, luring me ever forwards. It tempts me to buy a picnic. This image… so picturesque… drifts constantly across my brain. My senses are eager to taste some heavenly food— the crunch of baguette, the salty tang of butter and wild strawberries that grow like rubies (my favorite), creating a mouth-watering sensation. The more I think about food, the more my tummy rumbles— I just can’t resist. I’m wandering aimlessly in the familiar streets around my home and this greedy obsession is just not anticipated.               

              To my delight, I spot a café in the distance. Joy courses through my veins, I spy FOOD! I speed towards it like a lunatic bear chasing its prey. The fantastic fragrance of food… so strong… so intense, that it overpowers the stifling odor of pollution. A whiff of outstanding smoothies, a hint of boiling fondue— this unique aroma is a satisfaction profound.