“The sweet shop on the corner of two steep streets in Camden Town glowed like the end of a dying cigar in the cool blue twilight. Or rather, like a dying firework, because the light was multi-colored: it split in many mirrors and danced on many gilded and brightly colored cakes, lollipops and pastries. The noses of many street urchins stuck to the shining display glass, because the chocolates were wrapped in red, gold and green foil, which is almost better than the chocolate itself, and the huge snow-white wedding cake in some strange way was incredibly distant and at the same time alluring, like the edible North Pole ..."