Greenwich Market met my expectation as the place to find artistic gifts and to try all kinds of food from all over the world. I even found a stall with pierogies, but because they were catered to the international palate and therefore contained all kinds of unusual fillings, I did not try them. I like my pierogies simple, with potatoes and cottage cheese. The way we make them in Poland and not some kind of super fancy version.
I was not really looking for any gifts. I poked around a few places, but except for a scarf that I liked but did not buy, there was nothing I would have to take home.
I come to regard my travels as a gift in itself. What I see and feel in a new place becomes my souvenir. My sister taught me that and the wisdom of it grows on me. I am not feeling pressured to buy that one something that will remind me of this particular trip. Instead, I have memories, and the more I share them, the more they become a part of me. Sometimes, I even do not take photographs. I simply am in a place and try to see, hear, and taste its diversity.