the real market

On Saturday, Z took me to the market, the real market, where Kabulis shop. I tried to hide inside my hooded down coat with a scarf covering my face revealing only my eyes. We walked through miles and miles of catacombed market, but everyone who saw me did a double take-I was the only westerner in there- we're not allowed. All the shopkeepers were lovely to me, no one tried to sell me anything, they smiled for my camera, one shopkeeper was teased by all his neighbors when my camera quit working for lack of a charge but they all blamed him "You're too ugly, " they told him.