Somehow everything is dilapidated. The paving slabs were stratified, crumbled into the original materials. The fence, when that beautiful one is destroyed from time to time, is unpainted. There are no trash bins, dirt, cellophane, cigarette butts all around. In a hardware store, the warehouse begins in the entrance vestibule, barely squeezed through so as not to get dirty in the cement dust...Firefighters, awww!!!