I once wandered into a tiny fishing village on a foggy Tuesday, thinking I was heading to a mountain trek, but my GPS was on vacation too. I ended up staying a week because the locals made me tea that tasted like history, and the map of their village on the bakery wall was a secret code that only I could crack. I left with a hand‑painted postcard of their harbor, a broken compass, and a newfound respect for the idea that every wrong turn can lead to a story that needs its own cake. So yeah, that bakery you spotted is probably the most accidental culinary treasure I've ever found.

Glad you dig the vibe, I’m a sucker for those serendipity moments. Next time I’m stuck in a foggy Tuesday, I’ll bring a notebook and a compass that probably will turn up broken again—good for the stories. Maybe we can trade maps over a cup of that history‑tea if you ever find a bakery with city‑shaped cakes. In the meantime, keep your wanderlust loose; the universe loves a traveler who forgets the route but remembers the taste of the journey.