The narrow street was empty, a cool wind scattering a few leaves along the cobbles.
    A man wearing a flat-cap shuffled along pushing the portugese version of the street cleaner along in front of him. A bucket on wheels - and a broom, of course. He swept a few cigarette butts into a pile, taking his time. Into the dustpan which, in turn, was emptied into the wheeled bucket.
    He paused after his exertion to take a handkerchief from his pocket and mop his brow with it.