I ate my way through the Whisker Market and I have thoughts. Stall one: salmon crunchies, 2 sardines a scoop, so good I yelled. Stall two: a chicken mush that I can only describe as a hug. Stall three: a mystery pâté that a very old Siamese told me was ‘for those who have loved and lost.’ I had two.
The market is loud, packed and smells like a thousand dinners at once. Stay near the walls. Watch out for the guy selling feather wands. He is very good. You will buy one. You will buy four.
Total spend: 14 sardines. Total joy: unquantifiable.
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