Martha has never seen anything like this. It’s fantastic; exactly how she imagines a Middle-Eastern bazaar must look. Stalls everywhere, selling everything imaginable, from colourful fabrics to spices, livestock to jewellery, technology to foods… The smells are indescribable.
There are fresh fruits, skewers of meat cooking over grills, piles of cakes and confectioneries and what might be cheeses. Martha wants to sample everything, but when she moves towards a stall selling something spicy the Doctor stops her.
“I wouldn’t, not unless you want to turn blue and have all your hair fall out. Some things aren’t meant for human consumption.”