The Market was silent... And still on this weekday that I was there. The building was closed, but we were still allowed access for a little white. You could almost sense the ghosts of past memories floating from the rafters. It was just a sense of old recollections... Faded stories. I can't decide if the Market intrigues me more when it is live and bustling, or quiet and composed.
2 comments:
Good luck and take some pics tomorrow!
Yes! Lots of pics!
Tasha
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