J.K. Pikkujämsä

Some went up, others down. A man from the Balkans rested in between, playing his accordion as they came and went.

Betty bakes bread from early in the morning until late in the afternoon. The demand for pain boulengier is so great that it is hard to keep up.

Ropes don’t sell the way they used to. And the bar right next to the rope factory is not doing much better.

We wanted to cross the street and stood there for what felt like forever, leaning forward, almost falling, but for some reason the lights just would not change.