The vendors wore thick woolen jackets made of sheep or mountain goats. The market was lively as the vendors spoke out loud, luring the customers to buy their vegetables. Some stores sold morning bread, and children from the tender age of five to twelve were running around carrying dry wood and logs.
As she vigilantly gazed around, her eyes fell on an older woman who had fresh chayote stems and leaves, along with peas and radishes.
"How much do these stems cost?" Luiza picked one of the stems up, which was tied tightly.
"Two coppers," she replied, which was far more expensive than the market in Clover Hill. Still, Luiza knowingly bought the vegetables from her.
"Oh, dear, how will you carry all these vegetables?"
"In my bag," she said, showing her bag, which was in her arms, which seemed too futile to carry such heavy loads.
