"Eleanor?"
"Yes?"
"Who operates that 'exchange' building?"
"Well... since the management committee maintains this shopping district, wouldn't the exchange be operated by the management committee too?"
As I looked around, a bell rang in the distance, its clear tone echoing through the cobblestone streets. Checking my phone, it was already 7 PM.
It was closing time for the shopping district.
As the sun hung low on the horizon, casting long golden shadows across the facades, stores gradually began to close their doors. Shop owners pulled down metal shutters with practiced movements, while spectators and customers started flowing out of the streets like an ebbing tide, their shopping bags swinging at their sides.
