My purse is heaving with coins and my pocket is stuffed with bags (1) that will soon be carrying all sorts of intriguing trinkets and original souvenirs (2) snapped up at bargain prices. No matter
where in the world / travel, I make it my business to seek out the local market, not the market for
tourists but the authentic market, the market run by locals for locals. (3) Experience had taught
me that this was where the real treasures were to be discovered.
On an early August morning I find myself among a throng (5) of people who are making the same
pilgrimage (6) to the marketplace. Even before entering the market compound, I can feel the
anticipation fizzing in my stomach. The market itself does not disappoint; it is a feast for the
senses! [7] A gentle breeze carries the aroma of rich spices and delicate perfumes. Giant
cauldron-sized pots bubble with culinary delights in various shades of yellow and orange. Small
prints in golden frames depict some of the exotic landscapes I have witnessed during my stay and
I just can't resist purchasing my own precious masterpiece. [8] Adoringly, I place it in my bag and
carry on my mission. [9]
[1] What do the writer's verb choices reveal about her intentions?