I arrive at the time I have been told, 22:30. The bakery is closed and there is no light inside.
I try to look through the window but I don’t see anyone. Someone comes out of the bar in front: it is Jean-Charles. He is French and grew up next to a bakery, overwhelmed by the smell of bread. Despite having no family relationship with the world of bread, he already wanted to become a baker at a young age.
I’m looking forward to discovering what lies behind the lives of each of the night’s characters that I will be meeting.
