Loitering on a street corner.

Crofty Industrial; quirky, mildly eccentric and quintessentially Gower.
Home to various independent businesses and fiercely guarded by the cockle lady, resplendent in welsh costume and laddered tights, loitering with intent at the entrance.
It has a unique charm all of its own, with sheep sharing roads with delivery trucks and abandoned buildings rubbing shoulders with surf shacks.

I may crave urban, but you'd never find a Crofty in London!