I like the street market in the city center in this small American town. It often reminds me of the open-air market in my hometown. The market is full of sounds. The music plays loudly, and people are calling to their friends. There are lots of different smells, too -- fried onions, coffee and fresh bread. 


         All kinds of things are for sale there -- food and vegetables, shoes and dresses, CDs and clocks. And there are all kinds of people doing different things -- selling, buying, talking, eating, trying on clothes, and just walking around.

         I  went there with my American friend Bill last Saturday afternoon. We walked through the market slowly, looking at this and that. Suddenly, when we turned a corner, we found the sky covered with colored hands: blue, red, pink, yellow, orange and white. I was so surprised that I stopped short with my mouth wide
                                                                              open. But I soon smiled and took out my camera: -- What a
                                                                              wonderful view, with all those beautiful gloves dancing in the
                                                                              sun.