I decided to go to a place that would have people around that i could watch, but would also have an interesting look and feel to it.

I'm sitting in the secret passageway. It is a small alleyway between two buildings that has been enclosed so visitors can pass comfortably between shops. There is an upscale restaurant with secret passageway seating, it is called V. Mertz. A woman in high heels just passed by and her shoes are the loudest sound in the passage way, echoing off the wooden floor. I'm sitting on the second level overlooking the first level common area. There is a group of old ladies standing below me and their voices are carrying through the passageway as the talk about what ales them. I'm sitting in an old window frame with a plant next to me. The buildings are old and made of brick with splotches of plaster here and there. The older and shittier they look the better. This is the old market, old is chic. It is actually my favorite place except for the fact that is it a tourist trap. But thankfully most of the shops are small locally owned businesses so I don't mind if they make a killing off of tourists, at leas there are no Wal-Mart's here. I'm sitting in front of a closed gallery called “Garden of the Zodiac” in a part of the passage that isn't often frequented by shoppers. There is a water fountain flowing behind me in the opposite building which helps ease the silence. There are lights hanging everywhere for the season. They are carelessly draped over plants and off ledges. Occasionally you can hear someone walking up or down the ancient wooden stairs. They creak with even the slightest movement. There is an Indian boutique next the the gallery. It attracts most of the shoppers to the passageway because of it's interesting wares and the beautiful patterns of the billowy clothes. I can smell the incense coming from the open door. Directly below me there are tables from V. Mertz that are being set for two. Each table is pristine white with a single orchid in a small vase. I've never seen anyone eating out in the passageway, and no one is out today. An older woman walked down the hallway right by me. She started to slow as she approached me and I thought perhaps she would stop in front of me, instinctively I looked up. Our eyes met and I smiled slightly to be polite and she looked curiously at me, almost with contempt as if I shouldn't be there. I just looked by down and kept writing. There is a display in the darkened gallery of a stuffed person sitting in a chair, for a moment I thought someone was actually in there. I can barely make out anything in the dark room except the doll and a work desk, probably for the receptionist. A small group of people come walking through the passageway, looking around as if they haven't been here before. They all stare oddly at me, the only one sitting on a window ledge writing in an empty hallway overlooking where they stood. There are benches on the first level where I could have sat. They go into a toy store called the “Toy Chest” which is a small shop with a majority of toys that don't need batteries. They are fun gadgets and play sets, stuffed animals and wooded blocks.
My time is up.