The City Market is like traveling to different countries
with massive cultures gathering together.
Simply stepping into the marketplace the ground is made of multiple
styles as though to represent each culture.
The shops are crafted with colors and memorandum’s displaying each
country. The aroma seeps out crossing
the threshold to anyone walking by to entice them to enter the realm. While the steam from the sausage evaporates
in the air a man is playing the guitar next to the Italian shop. And around the corner next to the coffee shop
sits a woman soothing all by strumming a harp and in a distance there are wind
chimes dancing to the music of the City Market. The flowers welcome everyone as they pass
the shop that holds mother earth and the colors of the rainbow.
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