It is just past dawn in this ancient port city, and the shops are beginning their day.
I saw the flow of light on the street, an illuminated path of cobblestones running between the morning shadows. I waited until a shopkeeper stepped into that path with his broom and then made this photograph. All attention is placed on the man with the broom. An atmosphere of quiet privacy greets him. The shadowy passersby do not even see him, just as we do not see them.