Eleonora knew of Talia's bakery only from her cousin's stories of home. It was a two storied building, with the lower floor completely dedicated to the bakery and its storage, while the upper floor was their residential quarters. The place was three streets to the north of the market district, sandwiched between a dairy and a butcher's shop. On several occasions, Talia had narrated stories of sneaking out of her house with her brothers to run to the market district for sweets and condiments. An easy five minute walk, she had called it.
It took Eleonora a whole hour to find it. Which was an accomplishment, truly, considering the number of big and small turns that appeared at every few steps, leading to seemingly endless paths in every direction.
