Boutonniere

Early in the morning, when the whole city was still sleeping, a city guy came out of a garden in the middle of a small and seemingly unknown village, and the sweet aroma of apple orchards and daffodils hovered over the rooftops. A tall, slender as a lamppost, brunette, dressed in a black tuxedo and white shirt, walked towards a small chapel at the very entrance to the village. And that's it