Chorsu Bazaar is loud, colorful, crowded, and full of movement. Beneath its massive blue dome, vendors sell everything from spices and fresh bread to dried fruit and handmade goods, with the smell of bread and grilled meat drifting through the air. It may be a tourist attraction - but we didn't see any tourists. It felt like a true Central Asian time capsule without a Western around.
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