The blue balloon rides the winds to The Old Biscuit Mill. Crowds of people swarming the tables of fresh food. Succulent meat that would make any vegetarian nauseous, and the smell of freshly made chocolate wafting up to the floors above. Brightly colored fruits, blue berries and blackberries galore. Stones lined the floor, holding the massive amount of shoes that trampled the ground, taking up lives of their own, marching the owner to buy one item to the next. Bright red tomatoes fresh from the picking topped with play-doh like mozzarella sliced so intricately, decorated with the vibrant green leaves of basil. Pomegranate and lemon mint smoothies awaken my taste buds to life; cool, refreshing, delightful. Stores and shops lining the food market. Photographs capturing the essence of beauty and wonder, history and hardships, the essence of South Africa. Antique shops keeping the old new, selling one objects story in order to create another. Musicians lining the streets setting the atmosphere of the day. My heart bounced, and just as the blue ballon, I floated, through shops and markets, crowds of people tasting in the splendor that is, The Old Biscuit Mill.
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