The marketplace (the one I admire from the opposite side of earth) is adorned with best prices, city memorabilia, and vendors willing to drop their prices for the Western Civilization.
This is the gaudy side of town.
But just on the other side of the crowded booths is a bay that opens to the sea adorned with sunny afternoons, crashing waves, and books in hand and toes in the sand.
Your peaceful solace outshines my tranquil plains adorned with fallen leaves, barren trees, and the whispers of poetry that is in the wind and in the blue and orange sunsets.