Azariah had arrived at Heathrow airport, and there was a car waiting for her.  She had done enough international flying that she was quite capable of adjusting her schedule ahead of time so that she was prepared to be on local time from the moment she arrived.  She checked in at the Lanesborough, and slept soundly.  She rose early and dressed very casually for her day at the market.   She went alone, but loved the opportunity to explore without having to consider where anyone else wanted to go.  

She did exactly what she said she would.  She took tons of photos as she explored the Market and sent them to him as promised.  The first was a photo of her squatting down with a child of about two or three who was busy feeding her candies.  

The next Photo was her with flowers in her hair and the caption "They ARE edible, but I found them bitter. They look much better than they taste."  

Azariah even sent a photo of her holding a skewer with what looked to be some sort of insect, and then just in case he doubted she would actually eat it the next photo was of her wrapping her lips around it and eating.  

 She sent a short video she had someone take of her attempting to eat with chopsticks, the stall owner was trying to show her, and she was failing miserably, but it was obvious they were both having a great time.  The clip ended as the chopsticks were gently removed from her hand and replaced with a plastic children's pair that were joined at the end instead.  

Feeling particularly childlike and playful after that attempt and the baby utensils, she then found a stall with candy floss shaped like flowers.  She sent a photo of her taking a bite of a huge ball of sugar. 

His e-mail in box was filled with photos of her enjoying herself and having fun.  She was carefree and bubbling with excitement.  There were more photos of her with various vendors trying all sorts of things, and she made some hilariously adorable faces when she tried something that was incredibly spicy, it was followed by a photo of her taking a large spoonful of ice cream.  

The last photo she sent was her standing in a store that was literally nothing but spices.  She was laughing as she held out her hand as if showcasing the entire display and then wrote "The English literally took over the entire world in search of spices, and yet...some of the most bland food ever!  I think that may be the 8th great mystery of the world!"  

Her photos were enough to make even the most boring person want to join her because her enjoyment was contagious even through her selfies. 

She had a great time, and left the market loaded down with so many things, and websites to order more. She made her way back to the Hotel, and flopped down on her bed with a groan. There was the slight possibility that she had over done it with her culinary adventures today.  She opened her phone and sent one more e-mail.  

To: Adrian 
From: Azariah 
Subject: It's a date...

Dear Adrian, 

You must forgive me, but during my travels and the time differences, I have lost my ability to discern with certainty, are we meeting tonight or tomorrow? 

Azariah