Ahhh the peace, the quiet, except for the birds chirping in the doorway of the store to your right. Mumbling and the sound of utensils scrapping or tapping as someone opens the door to the restaurant just ahead. The soft roar of the love card labouring past you at no miles per hour. The sound of the ocean going through a hole in the retaining wall. Reggae music from the flat above the store. The sound of your own feet hitting the coble stones. The scent of the ocean, always the scent of the ocean.