Langdon dove in after her, bumping, pushing, craning his neck
until he spotted her weaving down the bazaar’s western hallway to his left.
Burgeoning casks of exotic spices lined the way – Indian
curry, Iranian saffron, Chinese flower tea – their dazzling colours creating a
tunnel of yellows, browns, and golds. With every step, Langdon smelled a new
aroma – pungent mushrooms, bitter roots, musky oils – all wafting through the
air with a deafening chorus of languages from around the world. The result was
an overwhelming rush of sensory stimuli...set against the unceasing thrum of
people.
Thousands of people.
From Inferno by Dan Brown.
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