Sitting outside the Bourke Street Bakery on a sunny, warm Sydney day (which also happens to be my birthday), with a skinny latte waiting for me and a crisp, buttery rhubarb and almond tart to eat: this is pretty much all I could ask for. Spot the beautiful people ordering and eating cakes (I said to the model in the grey top and sky-high boots, "You look fantastic! Do you really eat cakes?" and she told me she planned to eat two) and the sad waitress who looked like Botticelli's Venus, if she but knew it. Happiest of all: cycling home via the Surry Hills Library with two pieces of flourless chocolate cake.