An Ning arrived early, getting to Antique Street around eight in the morning.
She wasn't in any hurry to sell her things, so she decided to browse for a while first.
Alone and free, she could wander wherever she pleased.
She passed under a large, decorative archway. The street beyond was quite wide.
Shops with an old-fashioned charm lined both sides of the street. They were mostly made of unpainted wood or painted red, with ancient wooden signs bearing red or green lettering.
The ground was paved with small, rectangular stones. Worn by time and weather, the uneven surface seemed to whisper of its long history.
The street stretched for about three or four hundred meters. The far end seemed to hold some mystery, and An Ning ambled slowly in that direction.
The street was filled with people clutching bundles, tucking ragged clothes under their arms, or carrying bamboo baskets on their backs.
