Gabrielle and I strolled toward the market, glancing at the bustling crowds. There was a sense of excitement as the city's citizens prepared for some upcoming celebration. We were overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and the noise coming from every direction, and even the market's architecture made us pause to reconsider our approach. A plethora of people were moving around, their voices and conversations forming a cacophony that was almost deafening. The stalls that lined the streets provided us with a myriad of sights, the smell of food wafting through the air only adding to our disorientation. It was no wonder our heads were spinning, and our minds wandered, our bodies practically on auto-pilot.