The market during the day is a mix of scents - perfumes and spices covering up the smell of hundreds of people. The colours are bright, the clothing and merchandise a variety of every colour. The air is thick and warm from the heat of the crowds. And it's a hub of information - whether its about your neighbour's new affair or the new launch of androids by Lisht. The market during the evening is dull - it's cold and the air smells of the meat that had been in the heat throughout the day. The wares for sale are those of low quality and the sounds are the clanging of stores closing.
I always attend the market in the morning. The air is cool. You can move around without hitting another person while keeping an eye out for pickpockets. And the store owners are usually tired, making it easier to barter for lower priced goods.
And the market garden is usually empty.
The garden is called Aasmya - heaven - and is rightly titled. It takes up a large amount of the market sector and has more flowers and plants than I can name. There are countless paths and routes that I haven't explored yet - it's a place where tourists can often be lost.
I'm sitting on one of the wooden benches, under the shade of a tree when I see him. A tall figure, more man than boy, making his way towards me, cutting across the grass instead of following the path.