What does a city smell like?
Well, let me think for a minute. It will vary by location. But I’ve had an excellent spot to sample the scents in St. Louis since 1934.
I smell the river — a touch of mud and fish. Gasoline and diesel fumes are a constant. For decades the sweet scent of candy, licorice to be precise, tickled my nose.
Peanuts and beer tempt me on days when baseball games are played downtown. Funnel cakes, BBQ, and sausages predominate on weekends with food festivals. Thinking about it makes me hungry.
Do you have fried ravioli to spare? A thin-crust pizza? Gooey butter cake? I’m hungry as a bear.
No bears in the sweet, historical romance, New Dreams. Lots of tempting smells from the bakery – bread, cinnamon buns, and Kuchens. Check it out here: https://amzn.to/3vWydWE
