Fresh Pastries and Police Raids

I love the smell of fresh baked bread. This morning I decided to have coffee at Wonderbake and read a new book I picked up at the backpackers. As I was relishing the familiar smell, enjoying the cool breeze coming from large a/c vents, and watching the women walk by in brilliantly colored dresses, a pick-up truck screeched to a halt just outside. It was filled with men in police uniforms. The officers quickly jumped out of the back and ran over to some street vendors on the sidewalk. They snatched up the stools the vendors had been sitting on and took them back to the truck. The stools were like those from a kindergarten classroom, and the officers looked a little ridiculous sitting there with them between their knees. Once they were all in, the truck took off again. It all happened in less than a minute, but it caused a small ruckus. I asked someone standing by what had happened, and a woman explained that the police were cracking down on illegal street vendors. This is interesting since every street you walk down is filled with people selling produce, air time for cell phones, electronics, and just about anything else you can think of. I have no idea if they are all illegal, or if some are somehow legit. I tried to imagine Livingstone without the sidewalks being cluttered with small blankets covered in trinkets. Nope, couldn’t do it. Oh well, the excitement had passed. I sipped my coffee, took a strong sniff of the air, and dove into back my book, resuming my relaxing morning.

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