This is a continuation of my RTW diary from 2003.
The greatest uproar of my morning at the Silk Market was when my coat seller tried to sell me some gloves.
I wasn’t interested. I rarely wear them as my hands rarely feel the cold. I’m like a little radiator!
The woman didn’t believe me until I offered her my hands to hold, so she could tell for herself how hot they were. Well, what a mistake!
Stall holders were brought in from all around to feel and gasp at the heat! I’m sure at least one of the women thought my hands were fake. After much turning over and passing around, it was generally agreed that I was one man who would not need a pair of gloves.
The greatest uproar of my morning at the Silk Market was when my coat seller tried to sell me some gloves.
I wasn’t interested. I rarely wear them as my hands rarely feel the cold. I’m like a little radiator!
The woman didn’t believe me until I offered her my hands to hold, so she could tell for herself how hot they were. Well, what a mistake!
Stall holders were brought in from all around to feel and gasp at the heat! I’m sure at least one of the women thought my hands were fake. After much turning over and passing around, it was generally agreed that I was one man who would not need a pair of gloves.
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