The city was unaware of the presence that stood over it, so large and unrecognizable was it, that the city assumed it was the sky. But down in the market, among the cabbage stalls, the machouettos came from their hiding spot and fingered the tapestry purses, with furtive glances up, they whispered of their secret love.
among the cabbage stalls the machouettos fingered tapestry purses