Chapter 81 Always Time for Tea

The sun had nearly set. The splendors of the deep scarlets, oranges, and purples of the sunset had nothing on the vast colors lining the streets of the New Delhi market, though. Open-faced shops lined the streets filled with rich fabrics in bright colors and textures, lanterns of various shapes and patterns hung overhead, walls were lined with intricate bead work items and chunky metal jewelry, and tables where filled to the max with handcrafted pottery and fresh fruit and vegetables. The hardy smell of spices and cooked meats filled the air as several venders prepared foods right on the streets in large heated pans or flat hot plates. The streets were alive with sounds, smells, lights, and people; people as far as the eye could see.

"This is AMAZING!" Shelly squealed as she darted around the market.