A great deal of shouting is heard, and, on investigation, it turns out to be a buyer arguing with some vendor to lower the prices of the goods he is selling. Small, sweaty urchins dash about the narrow, packed streets of the market getting in everyone's way.

Those lucky enough to have shelter from the merciless heat of the sun, have small, whitewashed shops. The more unfortunate squat outside the shops, lining the side of the dusty street. Some vendors have carts, on which are arranged fruit or vegetables, richly coloured silks, "saris", and sweetmeats. Now and again, some fruit or sweetmeats are stolen by an urchin, and a large hue and cry is raised.

Men shout out their wares and prices to the passers-by. Women longingly caress flashy “saris”, and, if they want them, start arguing with the vendor to lower the price. Goats run about unheeding the general uproar; cows sit contentedly by the side of the street, swishing their tails in reply to the persistent teasing of the flies.

Old men sit dozing in the sun, cross-legged. The sweet meat vendor lazily waves a fan to swat off the flies.

On the whole, one notices the general attitude of the people - that is the way they go about their business as if they had the whole day to themselves. To the foreigner, the sight is extremely amusing.

So if you ever go to India, make sure to visit the most exciting place of all - the “bazaar”.