PROVISIONS, TOOLS & OZONE

You walk past shops offering an eclectic mix of goods - polished displays of perfume bottles, shelves stacked with tools and electronics.  The air carries a strange, familiar scent, a blend of fragrances and metals that feels rooted in the walls themselves. It stirs memories of earlier days, when the names above the doors were different, the aroma lingering like a trace of something lost but never forgotten.