CHAPTER 22
As soon as he crossed Porta Valle, Andrea found himself surrounded by a festive crowd, which already in those peripheral streets stormed the various stalls displaying the most varied variety of goods. From fabrics, shoes, horseshoes, fine craftsmanship, ropes, copper pots, wicker baskets, to artistic objects such as tapestries, paintings, but also necklaces, bracelets, jewelry and small gold objects. The wind, with flushes, made strong smells reach the nostrils, now of spices, now of Aleppo soap, now of brine. It seemed a Babel, many and such were the idioms, dialects of the various parts of Italy, but also foreign languages, which intertwined and mixed with each other. It was a strange market, completely disordered, compared to those that Andrea was used to see during the fest
