he aroma of freshly baked bread wafts into my nostrils as I stroll down the uneven cobblestone path, flanked by cottages, lawns crowded with beds of flowers. It reminds me of the fluffy doughnut I had last night — of the sweet tang of citrus jam flowing from fluffy dough.
Children frolic in the sun, playing their games of tag. A pair of women who were chattering to each other wave and wish me a good morning as they pass. The day is young, but and I am awash with vim and vigour, A cobblestone path lined with charming cottages and flower-filled lawns. Women and children stroll happily, enjoying the sun. The scene evokes a sense of community and carefree joy on a bright day
