"Oh, it's great. Not all that scary... at least I didn't think so. How about you, Slim?" Spike rests his arm around Beth's waist. "You know, I still have one of the cameras. When we're done looking at these, I'll take some pictures of the two of you."

He points to the next picture. "There's the open-air market."

There are signs and banners in all languages, and all sorts of strange-looking things on tables. It stretches out for an entire city block.