Walk the street
You begin at the top of the row with every awning in view. Some are down, which means the shop is open; others are rolled up, and the keeper is out at the back. You choose a door by its awning, its trade or the sign in the glass. There is no menu to read first and no form to fill in. You push the door and a bell goes, and the woman behind the counter looks up and says something that only makes sense on her street.
Think of it as a place you can drop into for ten minutes when the day has been loud. Nobody here asks you to be more interesting than you are.












