The slight incline puts a warming pressure on my calf muscle; anticipation builds as the expected reward for the detour approaches. Passing through a pair of bollards I see a green open door in a vast modern brick wall, it is open as always. The wondrous smell overcomes the body. Our pace slows down to appreciate the wondrous scent. The need to continue with chores assigned draws me away from dreams of the pallet. The day will come when I dine at the Tapas bar on Bolder Street, sit and dine outside in the sun on a warm summer's day.