Monday, 23 September 2013, Braşov

At the end of the alley was a bakery. Our mission was to order a cake for the upcoming party. We all crammed into a tiny office and waited for the proprietor. He came and squeezed in, totally unfazed. The talking started, calendars and schedules were consulted, pictures were presented. I was completely in the dark until samples were brought in for tasting. That I could understand with ease!