to walk an alley of the virtuoso vendors and be stumped at their poetic chants.. to be blinded by the bursting of colors and anticipate the cheap knock-offs at the next corner, to forgivingly be annoyed at the loud boomboxes and be enamored by the aroma of street food, to thrust my way against a throng of googly-eyed shoppers, to feel like the storied divisoria once again… then the cool wind breeze by in the heat of the sun and brought me back.. oh, its santee alley
set it good 