I can't resist

In Trapani, the town below Erice, the bus station  was closed. An off duty bus driver told me that we would buy tickets on the bus going back to Palermo. The benches were right across from this storefront. I looked up all the words in my Italian dictionary and found only the meanings for timbri and targhe. I used to work for a photolithographer and I think it was the same type of business.

The place was deserted, and at first the only other people waiting for the bus were 3 young muscular black men with huge bags of purses or clothes or something. The bags were about 3-4 feet tall and as big around as a barrel. They were energetic and spent their time binding up the bags with twine. They spoke a language I couldn't understand, and they were ill dressed, like the guys who sell the knock offs all over Italy. I was a little fearful of them so I was grateful when a couple of other people joined us. The black guys didn't get on the bus.