Fortunetelling is not a lost art, at least here. There are lots of little temporary huts and kiosks that contain red curtains, candlelight, and a tiny lady reading to read your hand or your tea leaves or perhaps something else of which I am not privy. I quite liked the look of this machine that will read your palm if you dared place it in the mask's mouth. If I had had a spare coin and more time as I passed by, I think I would have dared!
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