The Alley Bazaar

Inspired by some reading last night that only barely matched the final product of my further thoughts I intend to write thematically.  It’s likely you’ll not notice.

Late morning light warmed the sunward side of the alley bazaar.  Many of the fruitiers relocated their goods shadeward to keep them cool, but the gaps between stalls filled quickly and tight.  So, most stacked their trays and crated their wares for tomorrow.  Some few, with business elsewhere in the day were already gone.  Indecisive patrons filled the vacancies; experienced patrons heard the tempo shift: hawkers entreated the crowd more aggressively, hagglers hushed to more forgiving tones.

In the time it took to drink a final jar of warm-tea selling ceased.