The Bread Man`s Cap

I remember the bread man ...

He was cheerful and chatty and always had a candy for me; a long, thin bar of dark chocolate with orange cream in the middle, wrapped in the most delicate gold foil.

He wore a stiff, leather pouch around his waist with a serious buckle on it, filled with coins and  a roll of paper money he would sort through to make change.  It looked something like this ...

His hands were always covered in a white, floury film and he carried the round, fresh loaves over his shoulder in a white canvas bag ... funny the things you remember; this was back in Portugal so I was just a little thing, 6 or 7 ...

And the bread man wore a CAP.  Oh, it was glorious!  With a visor he wore to one side, like this ...

and a strap across the front with buttons on either side. It too had traces of flour on it as he always gave it a tap, one coming and one going, to whoever was there to pay for and take the warm loaves from his huge sack.

So ALL OF THIS inspired me to make one ...

And here it is, in all its glory .... fresh from the memory of a little Portuguese girl who sat quietly and observed ...

Isn`t it just FABULOUS!

S
xo

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