Baker

Simplicity, simple staple. Payment in kind.

I love the smell of freshly baked bread and the way it crackles and crumbs when you break off a chunk to stuff in your mouth. In fact, it was the smell of freshly baked bread that lead me to this little bakery in Shiraz. In Iran, there is always a long queue at the baker's just before meal time because bread is an essential part of the Iranian diet, especially the flat bread. I joined the queue for my share of bread but was waved ahead by every person in the queue until I reached the head, another instance of wonderful Iranian hospitality. The baker refused to accept payment for the bread and I resorted to taking his photo as payment in kind although knowing full well that I will never be able to repay that kind-ness.