breadcrumbs

It was the scent of freshly baked curved croissants that charmed my stomach and drew me into the clutches of the patisserie. The breakfast bread that is most enjoyable on a blue-and-yellow day with a cold beverage, whilst sitting outside the patisserie along the maze of crisscrossing canals where row- and motorboats were parked on the sides and with cycles attached to the rusted railing on the picturesque bridges that add to the history of the city. A soft breeze would blow the leaves further away or into the canals as a hodgepodge of people cycled on the city's cobblestones that were engraved with century old blood...