These photos barely do justice to the flower shop. Oh the fragrance, the sweet floral heaven! No matter how hard I try, I will never manage to bottle that smell in a photograph.
Pakistan seemed to be filled with roses. But these roses weren’t like the ones I was accustomed to in North America. They were more fragrant, colourful and bigger than any I had seen before. And much less expensive. Luckily for my husband, these roses had a shelf life and couldn’t be brought back home with us (or else our luggage would have weighed a ton).
The open air shop was busy. Customers quickly came and went but not before bargaining for what they felt was a fair price. The flowers were neatly arranged. The sellers handled them like precious cargo (which they were). I could have easily spent an hour just watching the daily going-ons.
If you find yourself in any Pakistani city, please do yourself a favour and go visit a flower market. This way you can truly appreciate the sweet fragrance like no other.