My Little Booth

My little booth in the middle of the Market is my home on Saturday and Sundays.  The walls covered in shelves displaying my shiny cleaning products, vitamins and sales aids.  Information brochures meticulously placed on a display table, hoping to catch the attention of busy passer by’s.  The melodious sounds of vendors and music fill the air.  From my booth I can see other shops crammed with beautiful jewelry, clothing and cell phones.  My favorite stand is diagonal to mine; the merchant there offers a wide assortment of purses and shoes.  I recently told him to put his ugliest designs in my vision to help stop my compulsive shopping.

If the sounds and lights from within the market do not grab your attention the smell of delicious cooking being offered in the food court sure will.  Busy vendors working under hot lights and the tiniest of kitchen; prepare gourmet meals fit for kings.  An intense variety of international food everything from East Indian, to Jamaican you are guaranteed to find something to satisfy your taste buds.

My favorite pastime is deciphering the different phonetic sounds from the people.  “What language are they speaking”, is what I have dubbed this game.  So many different voices all speaking a different language makes it difficult at times to figure out.  I have gotten very accustomed to Urdu and Arabic.  Arabic is a wonderfully spoken language, by far my most favorite.  I could listen to someone speak it for hours upon hours and never bore of it.  My native tongue is French, but I am also fluent in English and Spanish.  I am trying to learn Arabic, this language that has absolutely fascinated me.

My little booth in the middle of the Flea Market is my solitude and my refuge on the weekends.  A place that is just for me to put my products and services on display for all to see.

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