Ça Va? She remember those early and chilly morning walks to work. Melbourne in a state of sleep inertia, being coerce to awaken only by the rumbling of the garbage trucks and the occasional bustling oddball. The South Melbourne Market was a fifteen minutes walk from the Southbank apartment. Before sunrise, the only way into the Market was via the rear entrance where the hanging carcasses of freshly slaughtered animals welcomes you. She was a pastry chef at Agathé Pâtisserie.