The Indian "Mall"

I've decided to call the post this because Mary asked me if there were malls and I said that the markets were basically the Indian version of a mall. Well, I went to a 'mall' on my second day. We had to go before some of the stalls started closing during the hottest part of the day. The market, on the nutshell, was a maze of tents containing stalls and tables in every possible place you could cram them while still having room to walk. There were spice stalls, shoe stalls, fruit stalls, jewlry stalls, rice stalls, and one table where all they had was jackfruit. There was even a noodle stall that had Star of David noodles!

But then Daddy had to show me the fish section of the market. I think it smelled worse then even the street that always smells like raw sewage, the Petit Canal. And that street is almost impossible to avoid crossing. It's like having to cross a river of skunks who had beans for lunch. Anyway, it was kinda cool. There were even fisherman selling sharks they had caught! So we get home and I'm boiling hot. The fans are turned on and we finally could relax and cool down.

Until the ninjas attacked!!!!!

Naw, just kidding. I just thought this post was a little short.