Market of Nanchang

The Nanchang market was endless, a tangle of unending streets full of stalls that offered food, gifts, animals, crafts, and basically an endless assortment of things. The sun beat down and that seemed like people liked it. There were girls with umbrellas, people in pairs and with their family, shopkeepers selling unbelievable things to the eyes of Europeans, with loudspeakers, music, and even dancing, while I was freaking out because of all that I was seeing. The best thing was that for the first time in China I found myself loose among those people; the Chinese, if a little cold at first, are very nice people and the only thing wrong was, as I imagined, that I did not know them well.