Flea Market

A bustling market of sorts occupies the vacant lot in this part of the dome. A never-ending winding maze of stand carts and stalls fills the entirety of the once unused space.
Between two stands there is a busted vending machine used as a sign post, "Sale! Sale! Sale!" in white paint on cardboard is written.
The area here is less smelly, just the rich stench of cooked meals from lone food carts meddling with a wide range of items to buy and trade from. Standing behind make-shift stalls are dirty looking old men and women yelling out prices and sales in a chorus of Korean and mix-mashed English.
Through the noise you can barely make out the noises of children playing behind the merchants.
If you turn west, you'll find yourself into the Wet Market.