This recent contemplative little moment occurred at the Distillery District in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. As you can see I had a certain fascination with the plate – mostly because a few minutes before it had been stacked with fresh, sweet, delicious, sinful pastries.
But of course, I don’t really know how good they were, do I? – I mean, I didn’t get a chance to sample. First they were there, then they were gone. First they looked scrumptious, then they just looked gone.
I felt a bit low for a while, but I got over it.
May all your pastries be fresh and sinful.