Elaine takes the picture. She looks at them all closely, getting the feel of the foreign landscape. Elaine couldn't even begin to identify the things on the tables and booths, or read even a few of the many languages on the banners, but it looks at home under the multicoloured pastel sky.

"Amazing. It's hard to believe this is all real, but it is. Is this where you bought the watercolors?"

She feels some sort of pang of joy at the thought of all of that being real. All those colors, all the variety. It was incredible.