Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Bread Man

When we lived in Singapore, we had a baker who would deliver his bread to the neighborhood by bike. He would come around weekdays late afternoon, bringing fresh bread to each household, the whitest and softest bread I have ever seen. Smells so good and no crust! Rain or shine he never fails. One day he came around and said it would be his last week as his son had worked a good job for several years and saved enough for his retirement to Australia. Painting size 12" x 9".

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