It was a colorful scene: the mustafa center, everyone out on the streets. It was difficult just walking around. And, overlooked by more great looking shuttered windows. Lots of energy.
You could buy anything. I got an old lock, about five inches in size with key. Offered at $75, then discounted to 60. I said at 35, I might be interested. Guess what? The deal was struck and it is mine.
I could have had my hands done with a fascinating tatoo or bought one of the handsome gold pieces favored by Indian women, but did neither.
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