I couldn't help but notice that the only reason I loved this antique store was because of the voices of the locals coming together then falling apart outside the door. It almost felt like no one was listening, everyone was talking simultaneously.It was noisy, I loved that.I loved it because it made me realize that maybe loud is good. Loud meant creativity and happiness. This city was full of laughter and an incredible zest for life. The locals were burning with passion for their land & I admired that.