Distractions on the way to bread

Looking for a bakery in the old city, the first morning in Cádiz, I instinctively followed a man and his dog, just because the scene reminded me so much of the passage of Mersault in L'Etranger, when he describes his old neighbor and the mutt he keeps calling "Charogne!" when they are at loggerheads in the street. Anyway, It turned out they were both on the way to croissant heaven and all I had to do was follow them unwittingly.