We do not believe in grand tours around here.

We prefer small, enthusiastic introductions that usually end near food.

“That bench is good for people-watching, occasional naps, and pretending you are not avoiding anyone,” Chip explained.

Mo sat nearby with his turquoise mug, looking perfectly comfortable with that description.

Chip continued down the path, pointing toward the bakery, the workshop, and the enormous tree at the center of the Square.

Then he stopped.

His nose lifted.

“Do you smell that?”

Warm butter drifted through the Square.

Fresh sugar followed.

Chip’s eyes widened.

“Cookies.”

He tried to maintain the calm dignity expected of an official guide.

He lasted almost two seconds.

“Excuse me. The tour is experiencing a brief sprint toward warmth.”

Chip hurried toward Chef Crumbs, leaving the formal portion of the introduction behind him.