
As Sheila walked along Rue de l’Alliance, the main street of their neighborhood, she passed:
- The pickle vendor on one corner.
- The dairy shop, where her father bought yogurt in clay bowls, dried curds, and cheeses like Akkawi, Halloumi, and Kashkaval.
- The bakery, where pita bread was sold by the kilo. If the weight was a little short, the baker would tear off a piece from another loaf to balance it.
- The roasted corn stall, where cobs were grilled over hot coals. Even when Sheila had no money to buy one, she would stop just to inhale the charred aroma.
- The French pastry shop on the ground floor of their building, filling the air with the scent of croissants and Sablé au Chocolat.