Anelisa

It's bustling, I must say, as he and I wandered among stalls occupied with colourful goods.

The air was thick with smells, fresh produce, and others.

My eyes skipped through bright fabrics, baskets, and local crafts.

Vendors were calling out and offering samples, people haggled, laughed, and scanned through piles of goods just like me.

I kept pointing but he snapped my hand away as it wasn't proper to point.

But I wouldn't listen because anything that catches my attention, I point to ...