Irene 2

A week before wax pillars would be burning atop frosted delicacy the dilemma of discovering an appropriate offering eluded the young artist. His intent had been pure, good willed, seeking not a lavish gift but rather one of utter genuinity. Thus he had taken to surveying the convocation of petite shoppes along the inner thigh of the bustling harbor town. The delectable aroma of fresh bake pastry mingled unscrupulously with the pungent seaborn breeze as he idled down the cobbled road, but it failed to deter the eager citizens from frequenting the area.