It’s 10am. David looked tired.
His day probably started at 3am, which is pretty common for bakeries.
He’s down to earth and honest about his business, explaining that he caters to what his customers want.
Selling coffee wasn’t part of the plan, he just wanted to make bread.
I managed to catch the last batch of dough being knead.
‘ My life is terrible. My wife is complaining. My daughter is complaining. My mistress is complaining.’
The guy on the left said with a smile.
Don’t let the crew’s serious photo fool you.
