Thoughts on a gloriously international pond

I walk past two women who are having a pop-up fashion show, modeling the contents of their designer shopping bags for each other right on the sidewalk. I enjoy their giggles, but I can't understand a word of what they say.

Later, I'm strolling through a Christmas bazaar, where a woman looking at a display of Iranian jewelry can't figure out if the price is for the earrings or the necklace - or both. At least, I think that's what she and the vendor are discussing. I can't understand a word of it.

Still later, I'm in a bar, where four students at the next table next are having an amiable debate about soccer. I can't understand a word of it.