A cacophony awaited as the door shut. It was a busy time of the day. Cars were leaving from work. The buses were full. Children in uniforms hanging out of school vans. Already, the left of the street was lined with peddlers arguing with pedestrians. In the distance, there was the unmistakable sound of a bullhorn. Political rallies were an everyday occurrence here. The cyclists seemed to have minds of their own, not to mention rules. The autos were worse, they were loud and smoky, and surely they had not passed any safety standards. The cows who believed the flowers on the street to be their daily food were hard to avoid. A few steps from the door the traffic was heaviest and the loudest. She was never going to love such a busy street but she would be happy.