Luckily, there was no one on the other side, so the trip to his destination was pretty smooth. Adam looked at the market in surprise, the last time he came to buy the white tunic, he had come during peak hours, now it was very early and the market had a different aspect.

Everywhere you could see people in black robes moving boxes from one place to another; these were the hours for the workers more than for the customers, but luckily for Adam the stores were still open to the public, although it was somewhat annoying to be waited on while the new merchandise was deposited.

As for the appearance of the market: as the entire middle floor, the most predominant was wood, the hexagonal corridors did not have doors on the walls, but paintings, each painting was a store. If one plunged his hand: he could get into the store represented in the painting.

Therefore, the famous middle floor market was a large complex of hexagonal halls filled with paintings, seeing the workers constantly immersing themselves in a painting and seeing them being sucked into it was a very picturesque scene.

The most common stores in this market were libraries, for each literary genre, there was a specific library dedicated to trading that type of book. But there were also curio shops, groceries, toys, and furniture.

The second most common stores were clothes, as the old bookshelf had said, librarians cared more about their attire than about the faces of others, there was a store dedicated to robes and stores dedicated to glasses, caps, shoes.

Adam was on his way to the shoe store, to meet a cobbler to help him find a shoe the height of a middle-floor student. After passing through several colorful paintings that moved with people working inside, Adam was able to find what he was looking for.

Placing his hand on the painting, Adam felt tickled and went inside the painting, upon arrival a little bell worked as a doorbell, indicating the arrival of a new client.

The store seemed to be empty, so Adam went inside to see if he saw anyone else inside. The interior walls of the store were lined with shoe boxes, and there was a comfortable chair with a footstool in the middle of the store.

Finally, someone came to attend to him. She was a somewhat fat woman, but with a friendly face, she did not look very old, but she was definitely not young, and she had a very nice pair of glasses on her face.

—It seems that you are in an emergency to come at this hour, young man—the lady said with a rather relaxing voice—Welcome to Doña Camila's shoe store, I am Camila, your trusted shoemaker. How can I serve you, young man?

—My dad told me I need a new pair of shoes—Adam answered a little nervously—These broke while he was playing.

—I see—Camila said somewhat dazed, but with a smile—How about you make yourself comfortable on the couch, and I'll measure your feet. It will only last a few minutes, I'm sure you will get to school well.