A twirling action catches my eye as I round the corner. Across the street a man sits in the window of a tiny store. The store sign says Ariyana Bakery but why is the man sitting in the store window?
I am on a stroll though one of the many “squares” created by the grid system of Abu Dhabi’s streets.
This downtown sector of Abu Dhabi is humming with the hectic flurry of men scuttling along the broad sidewalks. Some are clothed in Emirati national dress of khandoura (robes) and ghatr (headscarf) others in the Pakistani dress called shalwar kameez. Deliveries and shopping I presume, and perhaps grabbing a quick bite to eat as the square is populated with ground level store fronts and a few hole-in-the-wall restaurants.
I step closer entering the minuscule customer space catching a whiff of baking bread. I discover a hole in the floor and a store engulfed in intense heat.
The bread comes out of the oven slightly charred and dimpled with that comfy just baked bread smell. The baker unceremoniously flips the roti onto a serving space for customers to help themselves. The second baker points to the plastic bags hanging on the side of the wall.