The market is full of stalls and people, and the stalls are filled with all sorts of interesting things. Over here there are exotic cheeses, over there handmade toys. There are antiques, there are dried fruits, there are old Russian comic books for some reason. The air is filled with a chaos of good smells and the air is filled with a chaos of voices, most of which you can't understand.

You don't know how it happens, but before you realize you've been wandering there for over two hours, and you've spent almost all of your money. You're wearing a ridiculous officer's beret from some bygone era in place of your simple cap, you are eating a leg of something greasy and delicious, and your backpack has a weighty oil lamp in it. The day has been a success, but there's no continuing on to "Heaven's Gates" just now.

Go back to your room and start again tomorrow