Since my Aunty Eunice is visiting from Florida, we got the chance to go browsing {and tasting, too, mind you} through the spice shop.

This place is gorgeous. It's old-fashioned and wonderful. And it's got that appealing front- flowers in wheelbarrows. The scent of old English roses. Telling me to stop, and take a breather.

Not to mention the aroma? It too, puts you in perspective. If I close my eyes, and breathe in the air, I can feel myself in a Persian bazaar, or an old English garden. I want to make myself a part of the mystery. Part of the romance.

How beautiful...