Image: Istanbul Bread Seller

He arrives early in the morning, balancing a load of bread on his head. He sets up a makeshift stall on the banks of the Bosporus. If you get there early, you would get a fresh piece. We sat, and spoke for a while. I spoke no Turkish, and he spoke no English. The bread tasted sweet.

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