Little Clarendon and the Smells of the Summer Morning

I’ve always liked Little Clarendon Street. It’s cute, and nice, and kind of continental in feel. This morning as I cycled down it in the crisp morning sun the waft of smells reminiscent of a foreign town came across me. I’ve no idea actually what that smell is; I just love the way that sometimes it hits you and in an instant transports you hundreds and thousands of miles away.