I like to hear the sharpener. I take pleasure in seeing the vendors and the pleasure of selling black artichokes or drunk cabbage. When I spot a sign with 1980s typography that says 'Bar Centro' or 'Bar Sport', I stop to observe the bustle that goes on there. But my knives are all from Ikea. I do all my shopping at the supermarket (including fresh produce). And I find it very difficult to drink a coffee that is roasted and without oat milk. I am a hypocrite.