Times do change but it is not only the clock that moves ahead and that is what makes culture so dynamic. Thirty years ago N. 3rd street was the place to be, the hit of the town and the place to be seen. It is a 50 meters squashed between two buildings that were erected in the early 1900’s and the brick walls are now covered in a 100 years of soot. Get down and dirty locals still make a habit of swallowing a pitcher of beer after a good days fishing and even in the sub 40 C weather the BBQ grills are warm with coal. N. 3rd may not be all that it was, but if you want to turn back the clock it is now the place to be, the nonrhythmic pulse of the not so living leviathan of Daowai.