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Spent the morning wandering through the old market district before the vendor rush. There's something about that 7 a.m. light—the way it slices between buildings and catches on wet cobblestones—that makes ordinary alleys look like film sets. I stopped to watch a shopkeeper hosing down the pavement outside his fruit stand, the water pushing yesterday's leaves into a perfect arc around the drain.
"You're up early," he said, glancing at my camera.
"Best time to walk," I replied.