"Oh, hello!"

A cheery voice greets as you enter the little bakery, the bell on the door announcing your arrival. The bakery is pleasantly warm and there's the scent of freshly baked cakes permeating the air.

"Please, do come in. My name's Oliver, how may I assist you?" A young man behind the counter inquires, a bit of flour stuck to his sweater.

The display case to the side is lined with different varieties of sweets, from macarons to cupcakes, to apple crumbles and tarts. All handmade.