I travelled to the country in a place called Orange. I ate at a restaurant called stepping stone.
The food was great, so I featured it below. Upon returning a couple months later, I learnt that they are no longer a stepping stone, rather a grave stone, without warning they disappeared into the void, never to be seen again. Vanished like a ghost.
This is what remains and is an Epitah as a reminder to appreciate good food while it is there.
