Sometimes things are unicorns made of baby laughter and narwals swimming through skittles, sometimes things are just a poonami of craptacular proportions. Sometimes the normal lexicon just isn't enough.
The day we visited all the outdoor markets was one of our favorites. The rows and rows of beautiful vegetables and fruits of all kinds, meats (and so attractively displayed!!), books, fabric and just about anything else you could think of.
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