Four laws of the heap.

A flat tray reads as inventory; a steep cone reads as abundance the eye believes. Build the form before the price tag.

Turmeric beside paprika beside sumac — four pyramids of the same silhouette, four spices that argue across the row.

Spice glows by contrast with the arcade shadow. Bright daylight flattens the heap; the covered souk lets the colour do the shining.

The scoop is heavy; the tag is hand-lettered — price tomorrow may differ. A souk is a relationship, not a price list.