...we went from wide streets and palm trees and beautiful architecture to:
... small side streets, and back alleys ...
Sue leading the way with confidence.
She was taking me to the oldest market in the city. Via a secret entrance, apparently.
It was an indoor market, and the booths?
Were like so.
Sue was bubbling and bargaining and bursting with joy.
Is her happy place.
The riot of colours.
The options and choices and textures and smells and personal-ness and non-North-Americanness about it all - this makes her smile.
But for me?
What I couldn't wrap my head around?
(To be cont'd)