Lately, I've been working on a story about a young artist who works upstairs over the village bakery, where the aromas wafting up the stairwell insure he always works hungry.
I'm an old writer working downstairs below our village bakery. Beside their wonderful breads, Wildflour Bakery turns out great cookies, scones, bars, soups, pizzas, sandwiches and more. Their coffee isn't bad, either, which is why I have table and chairs always standing ready in my workspace. One never knows when some hungry neighbor might drop by to share a tale over lunch.