Connor at least didn't begrudge people their meat eating habits. He was content with his pav bhaji, taking small bites while they looked around the open spaces of wares packed in colorful, complicated array. He was in good spirits. The trek through the Valley had made him even more content feeling, able to appreciate the raw beauty there. Also he was in good company. Mia didn't complain about roughing it (joke crudely at times, yes, but not complain), and they were both enjoying the steeping of the culture and the way people interacted.
And people liked to be so close here. If there was a line, or a crowd, or people watching something, they came in so close that they were all touching. Personal space wasn't a thing here, and he was actually enjoying that people were in his space and it was natural, hostile-free, and not uncomfortable at all. Kids shoved between Mia and him, running barefoot down the street and giggling. They hadn't tried to reach for their pockets or bags, so he wasn't bothered.
"This has been nice, by the way. Thank you." He hadn't traveled for fun before.