Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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.

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