Land of spice. Greens and reds and yellows lay open on the riverfront pier market, big spoons pour broth over freshly cut herbs. Crowds on wide pavement with cameras on sore necks, teens on holiday with their families; lime soda, summer flings, exotic print pants.

Weary souls get rested while roaming to find their tourism dreams, and the refreshing tingle of soda and spice are imprinted as flavors of eternal summer. Pop the lime, let it sting. Sniff feel chill. If summer never ends, you can feel young forever.