From outside the house, I could not guess what was being cooked inside, even though the strong scent could have led me on.

In huge bronze pots, crispy sweetmeats were simmering and sizzling. A graceful woman kept going back and forth carrying large bowls of baked candies on her hip.

From another room came the whisper of the television. Standing by the door, the curvy figure of a young beauty acknowledged my presence with a delicate smile.

In the courtyard, two little boys played with sticks and sand.

There was no separation between life and work, among family and colleagues. I wondered what their working hours were.

ABOVE: From kneading the dough to making sweetmeats ready to be sold.

ABOVE: There is little separation between life and work at the home confectionery.