This photo has a lot of stories in it. I think it would make a great photo for one of those memory games when you look at it and then look away and try to remember what you saw. That wasn’t my intention when I snapped the photo. It was my fascination with the “bakery” that prompted me to take the picture.
What I noticed:
The old man whose arm appears twisted.
Three bicycles, modern for the times (1977).
The man selling cassette tape music – most kids nowadays don’t even know what a cassette tape is.
The woman at the far right and, presumably, her bicycle. She’s shopping for something stored in those burlap bags – tomatoes, eggplants, some kind of sweet potato? – not sure – and probably green peppers in the farthest bag.
The shabby building.
The bread on the shelves, both high and low.
The reflection in the window – I’m not sure what that was about.
The sacks of flour outside the bakery! Do you think any bugs got into it?
Another nearby bakery had the same storage facilities for the flour – out on the street, on the sidewalk. The firewood for the oven is next to the flour. I’d guess it might be olive tree wood. The long handled lifter is ready for putting the loaves into the oven and taking it out. The flashlight next to it will help determine if the bread is done. I think I’d be at a loss to know how to bake a good loaf of bread under these conditions. More power to the Greek baker who seems to have no problem turning out tasty bread. If there was a little extra insect protein in it, I didn’t notice. The bread tasted good … and I’m still alive to tell about it.