Ginger

Our noses led us here. The smell of ginger had permeated the street.

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.

There were also bags of more ginger stacked floor to ceiling.

There were men who loaded it up, and off it went off to market.

A fun, aromatic little detour.