My boy was in one of the two stalls to the right.

As we walk in, a woman is coming out with a radio from one of the stalls.

He walked past him and into one of the stalls.

Lines at most of the stalls in the food court are 10 deep.

She turned round, her back against one of the stalls.

Nor was there anything in any of the other stalls.

Many of the stalls have passed from one generation to the other.

Quietly, she made her way down the line of stalls.

They turned back, making their way along the row of stalls.

Set a little way back from the rest of the stalls was a small tent, similar to many around the market.