On market days, to navigate around the myriad of blankets with wares is an intoxicating experience. Even on the quieter days, the mercado is alive with movement and color. Vegetable stalls crowd together under low tarps that keep the sun off the produce, yet even in the shade the colors are dazzling: bright greens and reds and yellows piled around each other. |
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Under the high, corrugated roof are tables laden with local cheeses, fish, poultry, flowers, herbs, seeds, coffee, cactus, and hundreds of other items. Women wander between the stalls and the tables, calling out, "Tamales," or, "Tortillas," which they sell from the buckets balanced upon their heads. Tiny restaurants with four or five tables apiece sell breakfast, lunch, and dinner to hungry patrons. Smells and sounds fill the air, clashing and harmonizing. It is sheer activity.
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