The jolly baker was a fixture at the market where teaming masses of human bodies bumped and jostled their way around.
He always had a smile on his face and ready conversation for his customers while he kneaded and baked his flat bread. For a man who had an almost permanent spot in the market, his baking paraphernalia was incredibly mobile.
A small crowd had gathered as I was taking his photo. A friend had shown one of the customers a random print photo I had taken. They shared it around while making clucking noises. I promised the baker I’d give him a portfolio shot the next time I see him.
“He should pay you for taking his photo then!” someone shouted. Approving murmurs ensued.
“5 pieces of bread for one photo!” another cheerfully volunteered. The baker laughed heartily although you could tell he was mentally weighing the costs.
Then the negotiations among the crowd began in earnest.
“No! 4 pieces but with the sweet filling!”
“No, no!! He pays down payment with 1 piece!”
Over the din, more people joined in, wondering if a hostile argument had broken out.
Finally, his wife came along, perplexed by the commotion. Upon hearing the situation, she wisely settled on 2 pieces for a photo. And with that, all social order was restored.