The Battered leather JacketThe noise is almost overwhelming, cries from hawkers, buskers, buyers and browsers tangle like creepers up a trellis to make the background noise all open air’s have. “you going to buy anything mister?” a small, balding old greek man asks, he wears so much old spice my eyes water. “Just browsing.” He gives me a disapproving look and straightens out his moth eaten tweed jacket and walks over to the nest un-suspecting sucker he can find.The Battered leather Jacket
I sigh and breathe in the musky, dry smell of the marketplace; jam doughnuts, coffee, leather and cigarettes are a few of the overlying smells, the rest are so tightl
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