Sunday, 21 February 2016

A Confectionary Interlude (To The Archival Backlog Stuff.)

cherokees are after me

There’s a run on bread, down in the village!

The Boulanger looks stressed.

The queue comes out the door and along the pavement.

The people waiting are right – it’s worth the wait as he toils and boils by his oven. The bread is good and it will be hot as they walk home with it.

So everyone is buying two – one to eat as they come out of the shop – and even those who weren’t going to buy bread today join the line.

It loos so good!

It’s a holiday weekend, the other two bakers have taken one and the sun is out, winter togs are gone.

New people in town.

Looking for the golden brown.


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