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On the weekend, I went out for an early morning walk with Stella. I love getting out in the back streets in the steamy morning before the shops are open and seeing the city wake up for the day. We came across a man prepping his shop for icy drinks. Blocks of ice about three feet long were piled up on a hand cart and he chipped chipped chipped away, filling a bucket with shards of ice.