A sense for dumpsters

A night at the east side casa. Dear lord, our last bunch of green beans..no..wait..we'll find others later..but Robin's super spicy reactionary concoction again dissipates our 16th or 70th box of beans from the skip plunging from the week previous. Buckets of tea.
Miss Brown has no brakes, turning out onto the main road. A bakery to the left.
Miss Brown doesn't stop.
Swing out to a skid.
I spotted it on the way here.
Come come come!
A skip full of bread. Turkish flat bread! Bread bread bread!
A bicycle basket full of bread!

With oil, paprika, oregano, basil and heat...mmm!
So, new spot, next to the green lighthouse. Yeeeee!