All of the excerpts below tell his own times, from the eyes of an old baker named, Hagop Mintzuri. I recommend you to read throughly the book of this Ottoman, who aspired to be a writer and wrote his own book one day. It lays before our eyes the late Ottoman Empire downtown culture, commons perception, and the streets; you almost feel as if you get in the scene there... Source : Istanbul Memories (1897-1940) Hagop Mintzuri History Foundation of Turkey - Yurt Publications Tarih Vakfý ___________ " ... I am telling those days’ Beşiktaş; the downtown and our bakery ... Then, breads weren’t sold at bakeries. The people were not buying their breads from bakeries as in today. They weren’t sold at markets as well. The breads were being delivered to the neighbourhoods, ghettos and the homes of the customers. And whats more, on credit! Breads were being put in little bread-sacks. The number of breads given were being marked on wooden sticks which we called tally. The bread moneys were payed at the beginning of the week, or every two weeks or at the beginning of the mounth. The ones to deliver the breads were the tray carriers. Our bakery had a stable and horses. We were feeding six horses. We were settling the breads in a pair of baskets on each horse. Every horse was taking two hundred-two hundred fifty loaves. This was our business, the Armudanians and Albanians.... "