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Random Thoughts by Pauline

 JANUARY 30 2014, Thursday 
          Flower   Market

Going to the annual Flower Market, doesn't matter which one in the territory, has been a family ritual for decades. I remember going there in freezing temperature, in pouring rain and in great heat. So this evening after dinner, we went to the one in Mong Kok.

The stalls in all Flower Markets are divided into two types - dry goods and wet goods meaning the flowers. The entrance is usually dominated by cooked food stalls. The setting might be the same from one Flower Market to another and from one year to another but the goods sold are definitely different.

This year, in the dry stalls, all things sold whether balloons, cushions or stuffed toys were horses of all kinds of designs,  colours and shapes. I also noticed that many of the stalls were manned by very young people in their late teens. They were so full of energy yelling at the top of their voice and pushing their products right to people's face. Well, we couldn't blame them. They were not working. They were enjoying themselves and the company they were in. I really envied them. When I was their age, I wouldn't have even thought of the idea of bidding for a stall at Flower Market and do business.