08-03-2013, 07:37 PM
Torri's wandering of inner Moscow eventually landed her in the famous open air markets of the city. She was no tourist, but she was still drawn to the antiquity of such a place.
It was a nice day out. Thin clouds made way for a bit of Moscow sun. Enough to warm the skin on her face and make her randomly turn skyward to enjoy the moment. Through Torri's sunglasses, she scanned the area around her, looking beyond the nearest stands and makeshift tents to get an idea of where to browse next. She had a hard-core look to her despite the civilian's clothing - standard snug jeans and a plain, knit shirt. Ignoring the beckoning of sellers without a second glance, she flicked a gaze at the passing tables of knick-knacks and moved on, disinterested.
In Rio she bought a little box carved into the shape of a cat. Like a jigsaw puzzle the pieces came apart in a specific order and a secret chamber was revealed. She'd had it mailed to her mother for her birthday.
In Mexico City's open air market she bought a doll with black hair and a hand woven, colorful dress. A flower was sewn into its hair. She'd had it shipped home also, for her mother to give to one of her younger cousins who at the time was only seven years old.
Here, she didn't know what she was looking for, only that she'd know it when she saw it. She stopped at a table which was boasting relics from the Cold War long enough to roll her eyes. Yet she didn't immediately move on.
It was a nice day out. Thin clouds made way for a bit of Moscow sun. Enough to warm the skin on her face and make her randomly turn skyward to enjoy the moment. Through Torri's sunglasses, she scanned the area around her, looking beyond the nearest stands and makeshift tents to get an idea of where to browse next. She had a hard-core look to her despite the civilian's clothing - standard snug jeans and a plain, knit shirt. Ignoring the beckoning of sellers without a second glance, she flicked a gaze at the passing tables of knick-knacks and moved on, disinterested.
In Rio she bought a little box carved into the shape of a cat. Like a jigsaw puzzle the pieces came apart in a specific order and a secret chamber was revealed. She'd had it mailed to her mother for her birthday.
In Mexico City's open air market she bought a doll with black hair and a hand woven, colorful dress. A flower was sewn into its hair. She'd had it shipped home also, for her mother to give to one of her younger cousins who at the time was only seven years old.
Here, she didn't know what she was looking for, only that she'd know it when she saw it. She stopped at a table which was boasting relics from the Cold War long enough to roll her eyes. Yet she didn't immediately move on.