b'My wife and I had just walked out of the restaurant aer an early dinner. We took a stroll and when we turned the corner, there it was, still open: the bakers shop. A crowd of people was baling for position at the front counter inside. I, on the other hand, stood outside, staring at this window, quickly calculating in my mind how much space was still le in my stomach. My wife did not say much. She took this photo, then looked at me, smiled, and went on walking. Slowly, I peeled myself away from this view, still salivating. I thought to myself, I will be back! The next morning, when the store opened, I was the first in line. My belt still had two notches to go, and I was intent on doing some serious damage.80'