Alaska stopped the car in front of a small market. I haven't yet stepped out of it, she was still putting it in park, but I peeked out and was astonished by the beauty of it. It didn't look like the shops in the mall or streets. It was a small market in between the woods.
The shops were small. They were made of bamboo as pillars and a big blanket as the roof of it.
She opened the doors and we all stepped out.
'I don't remember when I was here last time' Rory said stepping out and streching her arms and legs. She looked tired but still her face was lit up watching the scene in front of us.
There were strings of rope above us, with small lantern shaped candles hanging on it lighting up the street as it was near to the night. Twinkling and shining as we made our way into the market.
