A cream-filled puff, a cuppa joe and thou...

A quiet moment with Papa.

For every trying moment in which the city is cruel and mean, there's another full of bliss and whimsy that makes my heart thump with true love.

Sometimes, on a chilly March morning, all it takes is a perfectly crisp and airy creampuff, a hot cup of coffee and a shop populated with cheery Japanese girls in sunny yellow neckerchiefs.