We were dissuaded by the guidebooks and our rickshaw driver to go to this market. Only things for Indians here; we should really be at the tourist market where we can buy souvenirs. We went anyway and found an entire block where merchants were tossing yards of fabric and covering the pavement on both sides of the street. Women were picking and choosing, chaotic to us. At one point a woman grabbed my arm and asked what we were doing at this crowded bazaar. Her look was incredulous.
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Going where you shouldn't be provides a glimpse of reality.
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