twenty-three they made their way through the market streets and the massive , glittering maze of the souk itself , the splendid , frenetic , gold-and-red grand bazaar , with its myriad lanes of little shops selling everything from scents to spices to sheepskins to costly persian carpets from isfahan and kabul , cedarwood furniture , swords and armor , brass and silver coffeepots with snaking spouts and elongated necks , tulip-shaped glasses for tea and larger , slender ones for sharbat-a cornucopia selling everything in the world a man could imagine or desire , amid a babel of traders ' voices raised in at least a dozen different languages .