Olfactive Flashback

I was walking in the old town of Nice, passing by some snacks and pizzerias, when in a fraction of a second, I found myself in the summer kitchen of my grandmother, 20 years ago. It was a mixture of cooked meat, freshly washed copper knives, with fustiness of ash and sweat. It wasn't something that smelled like the summer kitchen. Not a ressembling scent, it was the exact proportion of all above mentioned ingredients that gave the exact same smell I got used to there.

And even though it was probably very unpleasant for most of the people in that street, It did smelled like miracle to me...