The ground floor has been converted into a makeshiftkitchen, but the room is filthy. Baskets and old dishwareare piled everywhere. Adding to the clutter is a peddler'scart, a chicken coop, a heavy wooden trunk, and apretty wooden cabinet with flowers painted on its doors.In addition to the clucking of the chickens, you heartoads croaking.The sweet smell of pastries blends horridly with astench that burns your nostrils. The awful odor comesout of an open, upright barrel in the center of the room.Warmth issues from a brick oven against one wall, anda crumbling staircase ascends the wall across from it.