(spice at the shuk).
Below our little apartment balcony there is a clothing boutique.
At around five every day, the very chic owner sets up a small table and two chairs outside the store, grabs a couple of coffees from the café down the street and then proceeds to have various friends around the neighborhood drop by for caffeine and a chat. Waving their cigarettes in the air when the conversation gets particularly animated.
The store's still open mind you, as she occasionally leaves to help a customer.
I like this casual way of doing business.