“Come and get your roasted almonds! Come step over here!” Bright morning sunlight streamed through tall sycamore trees as the crier held out his wares for the passing crowd.
“Mmmm.” Was all I could say as I breathed in the warm spicy scent. I felt my hand reaching for my wallet when a sharp voice whispered in my ear.
“You’re not seriously thinking about blowing your money on that junk are you?” My eye snapped open as she squeezed me around the waist.
I looked at the vendor, and he looked at me. “I’ll pass, thanks though.”
My stomach rumbled as we walked past vendor after vendor. Stalls sat with tables full of fresh produce, baked goods, noodles, and spices. Cool morning air twisted between our feet as we wove around huddles of people, laughing and eating. Beautiful dogs with sleek coats either struck out into the crowd with their masters or were carefully tucked at their owner’s side, willing a morsel of food to drop onto their waiting nose.
My wife pulled me forward, and I felt the sun begin to sizzle on the back of my head. It was going to be a hot day.