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Our noses led us here. The smell of ginger had permeated the street.
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The ginger storehouse was full of piles and piles of ginger. In different grades, I guess, because each pile had a little sign with a different number on it.
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There were also bags of more ginger stacked floor to ceiling.
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There were men who loaded it up, and off it went off to market.
A fun, aromatic little detour.
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