Every Sunday morning a gentleman of many years walks down this street along a long cement wall. The wall spans two city blocks and is topped with a Spanish red roof tile. It is a cheery dusty brown and casts a gentle shadow along the sidewalk beneath it. His companion, a small apartment sized dog, leads the way.
The man walks slowly yet assuredly, with both arms folded softly behind his back. His pace allows time for thought and an appreciation for the warm sun. Every Sunday he walks along this wall and around the corner out of site. And every Sunday, after the amount of time it takes to sip an espresso and chat with the bartender, he returns, walking back home along the wall with a baguette in hand, always just a few steps behind his trusty companion.