That was when Luca realised that he’d emerged into a small square containing an unfamiliar food market, and he no longer had any idea in which direction the harbour lay. Smells gloriously assaulted his nose: roasting nuts, an elusive herby fragrance, hot bread, briny seafood mingled with vinegar. Luca paused in front of a stall selling one of the few foods he’d never seen before: small balls of dough lifted sizzling from oil and rolled in dark sugar. They were a shade of green that bordered on lurid.
