Walking down a street typically traveled by cars, you skirt a barricade and continue down the wet pavement.  The rain is merely a drip on your skin, but it slowly makes your clothing cling damply to you.  The smell of cinnamon and freshly baked dough wafts toward you, so you beeline to a small enterprise situated on the street corner.  You have to duck under the canvas awning which droops with the weather.  The breakfast you purchase sticks to your fingers as you start to pick apart the roll and taste the family recipe exclusive to the vendor.  Staying tucked under the shelter to finish eating, you notice carts roughly your height housing trays and trays of baked goods creating a back wall while three adjacent tables complete the enclosure.  Two entrepreneurs lean over the tables competing with a babble of voices on the street to make sales.