First, outside the bakery, a suicidal synthetic cream horn.
And then, just yards away, the broken form of a fallen Viennese Whirl.
I'm not saying the life of a Viennese Whirl is worth more than the life of a synthetic cream horn, but I found the second one particularly distressing. My photography skills have failed to clearly capture its haunting final moments, but in my defence, I was deeply shaken by what I'd seen.
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