Fresh Baked Bread (cottagecore)

Boardwalk

You step out of the old beat-up van and onto a boardwalk. You take in the salty scent of the ocean and the sounds of people chattering and seagulls squawking, and you feel the excitment build in your chest. 

Your friends hop out behind you, eager to see the ocean and all the cute little shops that line the boardwalk. The sun shines down on you and your friends, but the sea breeze is enough to cool you down again. 

The boardwalk is lined with street lights, and hanging from them are hundreds of colorful fish shaped wind socks that flap gently in the salty air. People mill around, tourists and fishermen alike. At the end of the boardwalk there is a set of docks, and harbored on them are great big boats, sailboats and yachts, and one big cargo ship. 

You imaging the type of people that  must own those boats. Maybe rich businessmen or gritty sailors who could tell hundreds of stories of the sea.  On one of the little buildings, a quaint little restaurant made out of bricks, there is a great mural of a giant squid. Its tentacles are painted in long strokes, the mesmerising tendrils seem to swallow up the building in a flurry of red and purple hues.

From the building travels the scent of fish and chips and clam chowder, tall glasses of fresh lemonade sit in front of each customer at the pick up counter, and each outdoor table is filled with laughing people enjoying their lunch.

Signs line the boardwalk, little lean-tos that advertise things like ice cream and salt water taffy, each of which sitting outside of its own cute little shop. 

The ice cream shop is particularly busy on the pleasantly warm morning. People sit outside on its little patio and inhabit all the umbrella-shaded tables. 

The building itself is a soft lavender color, with a big ice cream cone shaped sign on the roof. It has flowery white trim, and a chalkboard sign just outside the door displaying their menu. The inside is decorated like a 1960's diner, complete with an old fashioned jukebox in the corner blasting Elvis Presley's 'Hound Dog'.

Beside the ice cream shop is a souvenir shop, similarly built, but this time with a blue paint job and a driftwood sign reading "gifts". The inside is cluttered but charming. The shelves are lined with buckets of seashells and dried sea creatures. 

On the opposite wall there are dozens of t-shirts, bearing clip art sea animals and quirky bumper sticker phrases like "my friend went to the west coast and all I got was this t-shirt" or "you can tune a guitar but you can't tuna fish". 

The souvenir shop is connected to a little candy shop, bearing the promise of lollipops and fudge and any number of other sweets. The wall is completely covered with colorful saltwater taffy of all flavor, and the air has a nice carmel smell wafting through it. In the western corner is a brightly lit kettle corn machine, with an old fashioned graphic of a dancing bag of popcorn on the front.

The front desk is glass-fronted, exposing all the different decorative chocolates inside. Fudge bars and chocolates molded to look like hermit crabs wait inside, freshly produced and waiting to be purchased. 

Your friends glance around eagerly, each of them wondering the same thing: "Where to go first?"