Bread, tea, peanuts and the old man

Walking through the old souk, I came across this old man -very expressive face, the grey bread, the prayer beads in hand, the headdress and the walking stick. In his eyes, I could see there were so many stories to tell, so much experience - I wondered if he had many grandchildren and if they actually sat cross-legged on the floor listening to his stories and learning about life. I wanted to sit and listen to him myself. Now I regret that I did not try.

The photo is blurred because I took it in a hurry.

Then I was hit with the aroma of freshly baked bread, and there he was the man selling bread on what looks like a converted baby pram.

The old man selling tea, which he pours for you from a copper kettle, gets a lot of attention, told me the younger man in the photo. The old man offered me some tea. It's probably thick, dark and very sweet, I didn't want to refuse his generousity, but, what can I do, I only drink earl grey! :-p

And finally, in this series, the old man selling roasted peanuts. Another wonderful aroma, the floor was filled with peanut shells but the guy from the municipality swept around the roaster with such tender care. I felt he and the peanut seller have known each for years, and that they had this ritual dance every day at the same time. Perhaps the peanut seller gave him free roasted peanuts every day.