Strolling Aviles Street early this Friday morning, I am transported to an unhurried peaceful time of long ago, a sensation that would be denied to me by eleven A.M. when tourists beyond easy count fill the sidewalk and street, reading the menus of restaurants, browsing antique shops and galleries, and making way for the long trolley trains gliding by with drivers reciting historical details of 16^th Century Spanish rule through microphones to their passengers packed in behind them.