Chapter Eleven
ANASTASIA
“It’s so different here than in Melbourne,” Anastasia said. They were walking through a night market, and on either side of the narrow street was a cornucopia of mouth-watering street snacks, spread over ramshackle stalls that lined either side.
The whole street was alive with the energy of hundreds of people browsing, shopping and dining under strings of colorful lights. Stalls lined the street as far as the eye could see, vendors calling out their wares and enticing customers with fragrant smells of satay, spices and tropical fruits.
There were skewers of meat on sticks, bowls of vegetable soup, and deep-fried snacks like squid or spring rolls or even battered bits of carrot on offer. It would be a guilty feast if she were to over-indulge.
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