Urbanized exercise

Off in search of smoother foods for an aging throat; there's a PCC branch not far from here, down a big hill, which usually has more options than the local supermarket. The neighborhood it's in was thronged with people, some almost Fellini-esque in their garb, evidently from striving to met some fashion standards from another dimension. Maybe the Sunday Market drew them, although they didn't look as if they'd buy anything at the various clothing vendors in the street market: Lots of women in very thick facial make up, all different ages; guys in odd layerings of leggings and shirts, accessorized with messenger bags; and one young woman, in a little black dress with not much material in front to support her breasts, walked along shoving them back into the dress. Her two male companions seemed vaguely intrigued. Lots of loud whining about buying stuff filled the air. It was a relief to get to the used book store, where no such people were around.