my walk home yesterday, I stopped at a small shop near the bus station. The is busy, with people coming and going, but the shop was quiet. I bought a cup and a local : honey from a farm in the . The shop owner told me that many customers were visitors, but people from the came in, too.
the shelves, I noticed a box for returns. A customer had brought back a lamp that did not work, and the owner helped her choose another one. It was a simple moment, but it made the shop feel like part of the street, not just a place to buy things. In a busy city, we often pass the same doors without looking inside. Now I may stop there again, even when I do not need anything.
