As the carriage rolled down the street, entering the Covent Garden Market, the scene before the eyes became even more colorful.
On this side of the stalls, brand new tin frying pans gleamed, and over there, there were blue and yellow pottery and white glassware shimmering.
Then came a row of neatly arranged old shoes and brightly colored tea tray stalls on the sidewalk, with red handkerchiefs and blue checkered shirts fluttering before shops, outside where young boys energetically solicited customers. Hundreds of white spherical lanterns hung before a newly opened tea house, with someone distributing pamphlets, thanking passing customers for their patronage and claiming their store feared no competition.
