I had run out of coffee, and thought breakfast at the market sounded nice. As I followed the streams of morning shoppers, a food vendor called me to her table for breakfast.
She was making an omelet dish over a clay wood burning fire pot. As I ate, two elderly women sat down beside me.
They got good service, I noticed, though they seemed unsatisfied with it. I finished my omelet and coffee and hurried off when the vendors started asking whether I was married and would I like to be.
The next day I tried another table. Sitting beside me was an older man who was having a friendly chat with the vendor. An older woman brought me everything before I could ask, and the coffee was delicious.
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