Floresta

When Michael heard I was going to Nara he had just one request, that I go to Floresta the donut shop to get him one of their amazing donuts. I left the train station and made my way to a street with no name. This seems to be common in Japan. Amazed that I was able to find it, I instantly became overwhelmed by choices. Japan has turned me into a sweet addict. Instead of picking one. I decided to get a few different ones. I chose, white chocolate cranberry, salt caramel, earl gray and plain. These were not eaten all in one day. Today, I only ate the plain, which was the woman who worked there's favorite. She was right, yum.