There's a tiny little sweets shop in Hamra called Ramona. That's their broken-down sign hanging up to the left.
I walked past this shop in my comings and goings for months before I finally went in, at Christmastime, to buy a festive lump of sugary goodness. The shop looked even smaller from the inside, but was enthralling and I shyly asked if I might take a few pictures before I left. The shopkeeper was happy to oblige, but my camera's batteries were dead. DEAD. And it took me until now to walk that street again.