The local indoor fresh food market. Fish caught that morning. Vegatables for sale by the farmer. Also bread, meat, cheese. Opens at 7am and is closed by Noon. It's nice to walk through on the way to work although you smell a bit fishy when you come out the other side. It pays to make friends with the farmers because you tell them what you want and how much and they select and bag the produce or you. Friends get the better selection at a cheaper price than the riff-raff (that's me).
Another view. On the weekends, this space is converted into a bar/club. A DJ sets-up where I'm standing. The stand in the far corner sells meat and cheese plates. All the tables below have cushions placed on them and people dance in the aisles. The balcony across the way becomes a bar and art gallery. It closes around 10pm so everyone can head-out after and early drink and some socializing.
And then there is this guy. The hygiene standards are impeccable. Reminds me of going to the market when we lived in Africa.
This is the girl playing the violin the other night that I wrote about. She was fantastic. I didn't get a picture of it but a little further down the street there was a man playing the bag pipes. He was dressed in a sort of native costume so either he was playing some sort of traditional music that I don't have an ear for or he was just learning to play because it sounded awful. People were literally scattering in all directions and covering their ears to get away from him.
Euro-style techno music provides the soundtrack for the kids who ride this carousel.
And here is the chestnut seller and the old men who gather around him every evening to talk about the day. I wonder what Eric is doing right now?
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