>Parouse as we follow, see if something nice (and cheap) catches our eye. Or nose.
>You follow after the woman, scanning the rows of flowers with both eyes and nose as you do so. There is certainly a great variety of plants to be seen, large and small, brilliantly colored and subdued. The price of many is partially concealed beneath their own foliage, at least too much so to see at a passing glance, though most of those that can are in a similar range as the others, if not more expensive. And really, you feel like you're not the right person to be judging which flowers are most pretty - somehow the entire concept makes you feel a little silly, even.
>"Here they are," your guide says, rotating a small pot containing a solitary cluster of larger bellflowers, pale mauve in color. She leans in towards them for a moment. "...6 guilders, these are."