Various skin tones darker than hers. Mostly men. Lots of layers of fabric, most of them white and very thin; it's very hot out. People are walking casually around her as if a foreigner teleported suddenly in is not very unusual or notable. 

It's a narrow street with the buildings all around mostly three or four stories tall, and more unsteady-looking the taller they are; the ground level is mostly shops.

She starts walking. She can't read the signs, but she can see if any of the shops look like they might buy her watch, probably as a curio since it operates on Valinor time, or some of her jewelry - she's got a few things in her hair that aren't holding the braids together, a bracelet, a ring, two necklaces, two earcuffs, and she wishes she'd loaded up a bit more now, getting dressed this morning she'd had some idea of not wanting to distract from the pretty trim on her robes with ten pounds of gold - and then she can see about getting her immediate needs met with whatever she collects that way.

It takes a couple of blocks of walking (past a temple and a watchtower and a grand gilded statue) but there are pawn shops and jewelry shops to be found.

She will try an actual jewelry shop first, a pawn shop will probably not get her as much. How about this one, it has plausibly Elf-aesthetic pendants in the window.

Excuse me.

The proprietor blinks at her but takes this in stride.

Can I help you?

I need cash more than jewelry right now. Do you deal in secondhand stuff at all?

Sure. He extends his hand for her stuff.

She takes off the ring - silver, a double rainbow of little stones wrapping all the way around - and her least favorite hair clip, the rose gold with the diamonds and the floral design, first.

These're quite nice. - I'll buy them but honestly you'd get a better price in the Old City, just across the canal from here. Direction of the dome. Where the rich people live.

- oh, that's very kind of you to tell me. I don't really know my way around the city.

You look foreign, yes.

She puts the ring and the clip back on. I'd offer to tip you for the information but I don't have any cash, I'm sorry.

The universe has a way of repaying its debts, he says peaceably. 

She shivers, just a little, though it's still very hot (she keeps being tempted to do magic about it but no.) Well, thank you.

And she goes out of the shop and across to where he indicated. She's so glad her boots work. She will still need to schedule time to panic, but with her boots working she can probably postpone that till she has an actual room at an inn to do it in.

Across the canal there's more space between the buildings and the streets are wider and have vendors sitting on the ground selling religious icons and jewelry (tackier than hers) and maps and so on. And there are fancier jewelry shops.

She picks a fancy jewelry shop and tries the same introduction.

This person is even less surprised and quotes her a price that's about half what similar things are selling for in the windows.

She supposes that's reasonable. She'll sell the clip and the ring but not unload anything else at that price.

Does she want it all in gold or does she want some silver too? 

Silver, thanks.

He counts them out and hands them over.

Thank you.

Of course. Come back if you decide to sell any of the rest!

I'll bear that in mind!

She goes looking for inns.

In this part of town they're very fancy. Elaborate architecture and spacious balconies and spacious ground-floor restaurants full of well-dressed people.