Le Vacance Pretentieuse: the Market

Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots, TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots. Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate, Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait. Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?